[Short Flashback]
"Why?"
Jonathan paused mid-sip of his wine, lifting his gaze to the woman seated across the dining table.
A glamorous woman tilted her head, cupping her face as she leaned forward. Her eyes swirled with curiosity, glancing up at him.
"Why do you hate your… uncle?" she asked, her voice laced with deep intrigue.
Jonathan smirked and chuckled, setting the wineglass down. "What makes you think I hate my uncle?"
"You don't?"
"I don't like him, but that doesn't mean I hate him," Jonathan shrugged, chuckling. "He's… you could say, the biggest antagonist of my life. But he's also the reason the two of us are here. If not for him, I don't think you'd have anyone eating this dinner with you — or drinking such an exquisite wine."
He didn't even think she would ever get to taste this kind of wine in her life.
"Then I will not dislike him!" the woman declared. "As long as he treats you well."
Jonathan snorted, making the woman furrow her brows.
