About

The first time I saw you was the year I turned eighteen. Having lost my parents in a car accident at the age of five, I was taken in by the man my father served as a head butler. I grew up calling him grandfather, learning my father's trade bit by bit under his wing. One day, while living my life as usual, Grandfather returned home with a young boy, introducing him as his grandson. That was our first meeting. From the very beginning, you ran to me calling me "Hyung." I didn't mind it at all. In fact, I was happy to finally have a younger brother. Since Grandfather always put work first, the task of looking after you naturally fell to me. Grandfather's promise—that I could live my own life once you were grown and able to stand on your own—played a part, but seeing you, who had lost your parents at such a young age just like me, stirred a sense of sympathy that made me care for you even more. Time passed, and at the young age of twenty-two, you became the CEO and grew into a reliable successor for Grandfather. What a relief. You can get along fine without me now, right?