But my mom’s boyfriend, William, secretly named the building. The golden signboard, “Kennedy Building,” was already standing there.
I tried to explain to my mom, but before I finished, she smiled and told me to come to the rooftop party that evening, promising to please me.
Instead, she had me hung upside down over the edge when I arrived. “Bertrand Chanton, I gave you life. How dare you disobey me?”
My mom tilted the wine glass in her hand, pouring red wine down, splashing it onto my face. “When you apologize to Uncle William, I’ll let you up. Otherwise, you’ll stay hanging like this!”
“I’m your son! How could you treat me like this for a man you’ve only known for less than a year?”
I stared at her in utter disbelief. Then I looked at my fiancée and saw a faint smile on her lips.
“Celine, you’re my fiancée! Won’t you help me?”
I couldn’t help but ask. Celine only sneered, “Uncle William is Auntie’s boyfriend. Once we are married, he’ll be your stepfather. As a son, you’re arguing over naming rights for a building. You’re unworthy of being called a son and you actually expect me to help you?”
Then she nodded at William, smiling brightly.