He slowly began to speak, his voice low and powerful, as if each sentence was infused with the sediment of years and endless wisdom: "Hmph, no progress at all, still waiting for this old man to come up with ideas for you. Oliver, when will you learn to make decisions on your own and take responsibility on your own? Look at you, already standing in this position, yet still always depending on others, how can this be acceptable?"
Upon hearing this, Oliver felt a chill in his heart. Standing in front of his ancestor, he felt an invisible pressure mounting on his shoulders like a heavy mountain. He knew that his ancestor was not only reprimanding him but also reminding him that as the future successor of the Wright Family, he must learn to be independent and responsible.
