The day I inherited a massive fortune, I met Ulysses Grant.

He was just eighteen then.

To afford his tuition, he worked at a karaoke bar. Many tried to bully him.

I planned to sponsor his education.

He was wary, asking what I wanted from him.

I joked, "Your heart?"

He didn't laugh, but eventually accepted my support.

Yet, I knew he wasn't happy about it.

Seven years later, he became a rising star in the business world, no longer underestimated by anyone.

He repaid me a hundredfold for the money I once gave him.

I accepted it all. He remained aloof, saying he needed to have a proper talk with me.

I knew what he wanted to say.

So, I left first, severing all ties with him.

But I never expected—

Ulysses Grant, always so proud, would break his own pride.

He knelt, live-streamed for the whole city, just to beg for my presence.