#157 “What is the Feud About?”


    As soon as Sophia entered the vi, Caroline grabbed her in a strong hug.


    “God, I lived to see you two get together,” she said happily.


    “Mom,” Alexander fumed.


    Sophiaughed and hugged Caroline back.


    “Alexander, I’m so happy for you both, “Caroline continued.


    “Me too,” he replied with a smile.


    Caroline invited them into the dining room, and the table was piled high with all sorts of dishes.


    “So, I haven’t cooked in years, but I hoped I still remembered how it was done. It took me two hours,


    and I wanted you to be honest about whether it was delicious.”


    “You cooked?” Alexander raised an eyebrow.


    “Of course, for my favorite people. I wanted to do something special.”


    “There was no need to…” Sophia began.


    “My dear, please, as far as you are concerned, the pleasure is mine.”


    Caroline led them to the beautifully set dining table. The aroma of home- cooked meals filled the air,


    creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The room was adorned with soft candlelight, giving it a cozy


    glow.


    As they took their seats, Caroline watched their reactions anxiously as they tasted the first bites.


    “Well?” she asked, her eyes searching for approval.


    Sophia and Alexander exchanged a nce, and then Alexander grinned, ” Mom, it was incredible. You


    haven’t lost your touch.”


    Caroline beamed with delight, happy to have sessfully orchestrated this special gathering for her


    son and his beloved.


    Sophia and Caroline engaged in conversation, but Alexander was visibly distracted, his mind


    preupied with Michael’s warning. Only now did he seriously contemte the implications.


    “Is everything okay?” Caroline asked, noticing Alexander’s silence.


    Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Alexander turned to his mother, a sense of urgency in his


    voice.


    “Mom,” he began tentatively, “tell me about Dad. What happened between him and Grandpa?”


    Caroline, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation, responded, “Where does this questione


    from, Alexander? You never talk about him.”


    “Michael spoke to mest night.”


    “Michael?” Caroline raised her voice. “I didn’t know you were in touch.”


    “It’s not that. He came to warn me that he’s heard rumors that our father ising back, and he


    suspects he’s up to something.”


    Caroline sighed, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. “Your father, Alex, he was ambitious. He did


    what he thought he had to do to keep the ball rolling. But your grandfather didn’t like the path your


    father chose. It drove a wedge between them.”


    She continued, her gaze distant as if revisiting the past. “One day, your grandfather made a choice. He


    drove your father away, brought me and young you back home. I haven’t seen or heard from your


    father since then.”


    Alexander’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would Grandpa do that? What is the feud about?”


    Caroline’s eyes met Alexander’s, filled with understanding. “Your father and your grandfather, they


    shed in ways I couldn’t control. But I know one thing: your father hates your grandfather. He holds a


    grudge, and I fear he might do everything to take revenge.”


    “But you have no idea where ites from?” Alexander pressed.


    “I guess your father has a im on thepany. I think he believes it’s as much his as it is yours.”


    Alexander absorbed this information, confusion, and concern clouding his features. The revtion


    about his father’s estrangement and potential return added ayer ofplexity to his already


    tumultuous family dynamics.


    “Why would Grandpa drive Dad away like that? Was it just about thepany?” Alexander questioned,


    trying to piece together the motives behind his grandfather’s actions.


    Caroline’s gaze lingered on a distant memory. “It wasn’t just about thepany, Alex. Your father had


    his ambitions, and your grandfather had a different vision. It was a sh of ideals, and I found myself


    caught in the middle. Your father wanted to use any means avable to take over the corporate world,


    but your grandfather thought his methods were immoral.”


    She continued, her voice tinged with regret, “Your grandfather thought he was protecting the legacy of


    the family business. He couldn’t ept the changes your father wanted to bring. It tore them apart, and


    in the end, he made a choice.”


    The weight of the unspoken history hung in the air, and Alexander struggled toprehend the


    magnitude of the rift between the two generations.


    “But Dad hates Grandpa so much that he would seek revenge?” Alexander asked, still grappling with


    the implications.


    Caroline nodded solemnly. “Your father is a proud man, Alex. The resentment has festered over the


    years, and I fear he might not see a peaceful resolution. If he’s returning, it’s likely with an agenda.”


    “Does this mean that Alexander’s father will assert rights over thepany?” Sophia joined the


    conversation.


    “It’s possible,” replied Alexander thoughtfully.


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    “Does he have prescribed rights? I’ve been awyer for years and unless it’s specifically mentioned


    that..”


    Caroline shook her head sadly.


    “Alex, my boy, he hates your grandfather very much. I think that if he came back, it is not to take over


    thepany, but to destroy it.”