Grand Lady Johnson's thoughts went back again, and those distant old events, which she had not mentioned or thought about for a long time.
"The Old Master really spoiled that child, naming him Arnold Johnson and holding a lavish Full Moon Wine Celebration. Everyone knew that he was the child of the Old Master and me, but they didn't know that my own child had already died and Arnold had taken my son's place and everything that was supposed to be his."
"Can you blame me for hating him?"
Alfred chimed in, "Of course not. I hate him too."
"Yes, that's why it's impossible for me to be nice to Arnold. The Old Master always tried to persuade me, and I always pretended to be fine. But only I know how much I loathed him, even if he just walked past me."