Across the table, Hotta Koichi's wife slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet. "Ryoji, you're being far too rude!"
"Rude? Heh, I'm only making a reasonable deduction." Hotta Ryoji showed his sister-in-law no courtesy whatsoever. "Don't think I don't know—my eldest brother ran wild in the overseas market and dragged our entire conglomerate down with him. To punish him, Father stripped him of his position as a director in a fit of rage and sent him to a branch company. Don't you think my eldest brother might bear a grudge over that?"
With those old matters brought up again, cold sweat trickled down Hotta Koichi's face. He immediately snorted. "Nonsense! Father punished me because he cared about me, and sending me to a branch company was only meant to give me more experience. But you! I hear you're addicted to gambling and drowning in debt. It must have been you who tampered with Father's car, hoping to inherit the estate sooner—"
"Shut up, all of you!"
President Hotta surged to his feet in fury. With a sharp tug, he yanked away the tablecloth and swept an entire tableful of food onto the floor.
Akai Shuichi, who had not finished eating yet: "..."
At that moment, a leisurely voice drifted in from the doorway.
A woman toyed with the sunglasses in her hand as she leaned against the door frame. "You lot are still as 'loving and close' as ever."
"?!"
The people in the room looked up. The eldest and second sons cried out at the same time, "Sis? Why did you suddenly come back? ...Wait, why did you bring so many people? No matter what, today is Father's birthday banquet. Whatever disagreements you have, wait until later to deal with them."
"Don't judge a gentleman