"If you want a kid to grow, you have to delegate power. Ethan made one decision today and you throw a tantrum. Is that how an aunt should act?"
"Go buy the tickets back. This time, if you can't handle it, just tag along to Miami Beach and relax. But from now on, you need to learn to hand your work over to Ethan."
I looked at my nephew. He snorted and turned away.
I really didn't plan to get married. And at first, I had planned to train him as my successor. I even paid to send him abroad to study. But after he graduated and came back, in six months of interning at my company, he hadn't learned a damn thing. When I tried to correct him, he argued with me. I'd wanted to use this trip to talk it through properly, maybe introduce him to some sharp young professionals his age.
Now I saw there was no point.
I'd devoted myself wholeheartedly to this family. But my brother and Linda had long since planned to swallow everything I'd built.
Did they really think I was some soft persimmon they could squeeze however they wanted?
"I'm only thirty-five. I can still have a baby."
I stood and walked toward the door.