What a messy dinner(3)

"I've lived a long life. Seen more than most. And I know a man's character when I see it."

Taewoo said nothing, accepting the glass with a polite nod. He took a small sip, waiting for the older man to continue.

Seojin's gaze finally shifted, settling on Taewoo with the weight of years behind it. "I've heard about you, of course. You don't build a name like yours without making enemies. And in this family, we're cautious about who we let in. Especially when it comes to Mingwa."

There was no malice in Seojin's tone, but the warning was clear. Taewoo met the old man's eyes, his own expression unreadable. "I'm aware of my reputation, sir," Taewoo said evenly. "But I'm here because of Mingwa. Not for anything else."

Seojin raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. "Is that so? You see, Taewoo, I don't care much for gossip or hearsay. But I do care about my granddaughter. And she's been through enough."