A Mother’s Pride Part 2

Grandfather Hong’s office.

Grandfather Hong stood in front of a portrait. It was a picture of his family from years ago.

In the portrait, they looked happy. A painful smile escaped his lips. He knew those days were the happiest days he had ever had as a father and a grandfather.

He wished he could have those days back. But time waited for no man.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts.

“Mr. Hong, a man who claims to have personal dealings with you requests your attention,” his secretary announced.

He sighed and asked to see the man.

The man in question entered and greeted with his head down.

“No need for formality. Just tell me what you found,” he ordered.

“Yes sir. Just as you expected. She is an ordinary girl from the slums. Nothing to her name.

Her mother works in the streets and her brother goes to a third-class school,” the visitor revealed.

“Tsk, just as I expected. She is a nobody who wants to use my naive grandson to climb the ladder.

That will never happen as long as