Bang!
"Get out of this house right now, you brat!"
As soon as he opened the door, a cane came flying at him.
It wasn't particularly threatening, but the anger behind it was clearly conveyed. He had expected his grandfather to be upset, but he never imagined he would throw his beloved cane.
The problem must have been that he had run out without a proper explanation in front of all the relatives.
Ethan picked up the cane, thinking somewhat insensitively. It was a sturdy item made of walnut wood, a gift his grandmother had given ten years ago.
"Grandfather, I have something to ask you."
"What is there to ask! Can't you hear me telling you to get out? You've disgraced your grandfather's face and still dare to come into this house. That mouse-dropping of a company might be yours, but this house is mine. Spit everything out and leave!"
Mouse-dropping of a company.
Even now, to his grandfather Eugene Jung, his company was still an insignificant start-up.
