Hwang Jeong-Hu roared in pure rage at his eldest son. “Are you finished running your damn mouth, boy?!”

Despite knowing his father was enraged, Hwang Min-Jae didn't back down. Not even an inch. In fact, he glared right back at Hwang Jeong-Hu.

“Did you really ask me that, Father?” Hwang Min-Jae smirked right back at his father. “No, I still have many, many things to say to you! In fact, I might need more than a day to air all of my resentment and grievances! Don't tell me you expected us to rush to your side, full of gratitude, after you called us? Did you think we'd gladly massage your shoulders and ask how your days have been?! Have you forgotten that it was none other than you who discarded us, your own children, somewhere out of sight and continued humiliating us for a good few years!”

“You bastard!” Hwang Jeong-Hu shot up to his feet. “You dare raise your voice at me when you tried to usurp my company while I was confined to a sickbed?! You dare argue you haven't done anything wrong?!”

The second son, Hwang Min-Su, was fidgeting nervously from his father's anger. However, Hwang Min-Jae was unshaken. Not even a bit. He even shouted right back at his father. “In that situation, what were we supposed to do?”

“Say what!”

“The Chairman of our corporation has collapsed, and to make matters worse, he didn't even leave a will behind. In that case, are we supposed to wait forever...