However, those were complex thoughts that were difficult to explain. Everything was full of madness and the more I thought about it, the more intense pressure was driven to destroy my body at once.

In this silence, inside I kept asking myself, What does it mean by 'whatever your decision, I'll try to accept it'? Is this really serious? What is meant by words conveyed with a clear hope of 'think of me and your future'?

To be honest, this was the first time in thirty-four years, I had seen my father show such an expression. Anger, fortitude, and happiness seemed to coalesce on his face and made his face turn complicated to understand. It was like rippling water that was stirred and produced a foam.

Sighing, I leaned lazily into the chair, then looked at my watch. It was 2:00 p.m. presently, and I had been in Seoul for no less than two hours. However, within these two hours, the complex thoughts emerged like a pile of problems over two years. It was really complicated and made me almost cry.

Does this city really curse me?

Sometimes I thought that this city couldn't accept me. Since I first set my foot in this city after so many years, one by one the problems came and piled up almost every week. Even, as time passed, it was increasing fastly with each passing day. If my problems were a company's profit, the percentage level of earnings per share jumped up. It was strange but it really happened in my life.

Thinking of that, I laughed hollowly — laughing at myself. It really didn't allow me to tell the difference between my current situation, whether it was a sense of humor or a feeling of pity. Everything felt heavy on my back.

Coming back from that thought, I immediately took my cell phone out of my pocket, then started calling someone.

"Ah, Kim Daehyun, where are you now? I'm waiting for you in Gwangju today." A man's deep voice was heard on the other line.

Gritting my teeth, I asked, "Mr. Nam, what's the matter? Why did you ask me to meet you there? Can't we discuss this over the phone? I'm really busy today."

"I'm your uncle, can't you call me 'Uncle Nam'?" He ignored my words, then laughed.

"Don't waste my time. Please, tell me what do you need?"

"So cold, like your father. You deserve to be my brother's son." He chuckled before continuing, "I want to show you something. This should be seen by you personally — this is such a little surprise for you. So you have to come to my place by yourself."

"My brother said that you can leave your busyness, so I don't want to hear any reasons of you. I'll be waiting for you at my house. My brother already booked a ticket for you, right? Don't let me ask my brother to order someone to drag you over to me."

Hearing threatening words like that, there was anger that I tried to suppress.

However, since commenting would only cause an argument between us, I sighed silently and then hung up the phone without a response.

He was Nam Yongsun, the younger brother of Kim Myungdae, my father. In the family tree, my grandfather, Kim Seoknim, gave his surname to my father as the first son and a leader. Whereas 'Nam', from my grandmother's surname, Nam Ihjun, was given to my father's brother as the younger one.

I had never had a good relationship with that person even though we were still in a close family circle. He's bossy, and his attitude was worse than my father's — even worse than Lee's. He sometimes used [1]the dirty roads to achieve his goal and that way was cleaner than anything according to the Nam Family. So, what Lee did to bankrupt one of Nam's companies was the image of the misbehavior of that family itself.

As the first child, Kim Myungdae had many big responsibilities. He was required to stand alone, without depending on his own family even though he had the great authority to be the heir who inherited 70% of the power family. It was like a baby walking by himself, falling, and having no one to help him up. He had to try in his own strength to get up so that in the end a great reward was given to him. That's also why my father demanded me to be perfect like him and bounded me to the strictest rules.

When that thought crossed my mind, I shuddered a little. It was a terrible thing that he considered perfection.

A few seconds after talking with him, someone knocked on the door and entered. A man dressed all in black spoke politely, "Young master, we must immediately go to the airport. This is a direct order from the grand master."

I had no choice, then walked out as if I had lost my soul. I probably had lost all strength and enthusiasm within myself right now.

Downstairs, another black man opened the door. I immediately got in and the car sped away. Then, I arrived a few minutes later at the airport and took a flight to Gwangju City immediately.

At Gwangju airport, a luxurious black sedan was already picked up and immediately led me to the Nam Family House.

When I arrived, a large mansion with a large courtyard became a familiar sight for me. However, as two brothers, my father and Nam Yongsun had the same interests. They both like European architectural styles with a bit of traditional South Korean art. It sounded strange, but what made it even more bizarre, the two different styles put together had created an incredible magnificence.

I walked in and the housemaid welcomed me kindly. Then, a middle-aged man with a good physique greeted warmly, "Ah, Daehyun, you've finally here. Come, sit here."

"Mr. Nam, it looks like you're in a good mood today," while saying, I sat on a sofa, and Nam Yongsun sat opposite me.

He smiled. "Of course. That's because my beloved nephew came to visit me."

It sounded really disgusting and made some of the hair on my hands flicker.

"When my brother said that you were back from France, I wanted to visit you in Seoul, but I was in China on business at the time and only came back about three weeks ago."

A maid brought two glasses of tea and various kinds of dessert. Nam Yongsun drank a sip of tea, then spoke again, "You've been in France for a dozen years, are you still hurt by your mother's death?"

I paused for a moment then replied coldly, "I don't think about it anymore. It's been a long time and I've almost forgotten about that matter until you reminded me of today."

He laughed, then smiled. "So, what brought you back to this country?"

Actually, being asked one personal question regularly had pissed me off. But, Out of respect, I forced myself to answer calmly, "I came back because I wanted to come back. Nothing else."

[1] Dirty road means illegal businesses.