Chapter 1392

Grace sighed dramatically. "There were too many people downstairs, and I wasn't about to jump in right after you blew up. Who scrubs a scorching-hot pan right after taking it off the stove? You have to let it cool first." She compared Oliver to a "hot pan", and her words were to "scrub it clean"—she had kept quiet earlier because she did not want to get burned. But now that he had cooled down, it was time for the real conversation. Oliver eyed his sharp-tongued, metaphor-loving wife. Grace continued, "Darling, I get why you were angry. You think that if James doesn't follow the path you've laid out, his life will be much harder. Every parent feels that way. My parents—well, our parents—thought the same thing when they sent Isaac overseas. They believed he'd have better opportunities abroad, that the competition here was too fierce." She paused, watching Oliver's expression carefully. "Your thinking is exactly the same. You want James to take over the company and build his status so