Old Mr. Parker loved playing chess, and old Mrs. Parker took out the checkerboard and pieces at once.
"After you, father." Ethan sat upright.
"Great!" Old Mr. Parker moved a piece ahead.
Old Mrs. Parker, instead, set aside, chatting with her son. "When you're not home, your father often plays chess alone. I don't understand why it's so fun for him."
"My old brother has never come back home?" Ethan asked.
"Don't mention that, jerk!" Old Mr. Parker seemed displeased.
Old Mrs. Parker sighed and said in a low voice, "Ever since Aiden was put in jail, he has never contacted us. Probably he hates us."
"He deserves it!" old Mr. Parker snorted. "He made his own son a scapegoat for what he has done. I already turned a blind eye on her inappropriate behaviors in the company, but I couldn't tolerate that he's illegally transferred the assets of the company!"
