Even though Tomizawa Yuzo and the Mori father and daughter tried their best to liven up the atmosphere, the atmosphere at the table was still not good.
Taichi Tomizawa, who had a small mustache, chewed his food silently, his eyes always on his plate, with no interest in looking up to communicate with his family.
Tatsuji Tozawa sat with his fiancée, occasionally glancing at Yuzo Tozawa and Ayako Suzuki who were holding hands, also without saying a word.
Suzuki Sonoko reluctantly helped by saying a few words, but after all, she was not familiar with the other people in the Tozawa family and could not find a way to start a new topic.
Kazawa and Conan, two outsiders, sat quietly eating at the side. After twenty or thirty minutes, they were already half full.
"This family doesn't have a good relationship," Conan nudged Kazawa with his elbow and moved closer to whisper, "It's been so long, and they haven't even made eye contact with each other."
Isn't it true? Each of the three sons has a motive to kill. This family is really a loving father and filial sons.
Kazawa was well aware of their delicate parent-child relationship, but he still pretended to think and made a random deduction: "Mr. Yuzo is the youngest of the triplets, right? He was willing to come here for dinner just for Sonoko's request, so it seems his father is very satisfied with his marriage partner. Hmm... Since the Tozawa and Suzuki families are both powerful conglomerates, I guess Mr. Tetsuji Tozawa may have put too much pressure on them in choosing a spouse. Did he invite them to dinner to use Mr. Yuzo's example to educate his other two sons?"
After looking at the three faces that looked exactly the same, Conan began to agree with Kazawa's opinion.
Without using complicated logical analysis, just looking at how the three people get along with each other, it is not difficult to see that the three brothers are afraid of and avoid Tetsuji Tozawa.
Rich people have their own troubles.
Before Conan could share his feelings with Kazawa, Taichi Tomizawa, who was eating without any appetite, finally couldn't stand it anymore and put down his fork.
"Father." He lowered his head, his hands rubbing the edge of the tablecloth. His untidy hair fell down, obscuring his eyes. "Why did you call us here today? If you're talking about Yuzo's fiancée... Miss Suzuki is an excellent and beautiful woman. We already knew that."
"Yes, Dad." Choosing a more intimate name than "Big Brother," Tatsuji Tomizawa squeezed his girlfriend's hand and said, "I'm sorry, the itinerary of this business trip has changed due to personal reasons. But you're so anxious to find us here. What happened?"
Tetsuji Tozawa held a goblet of champagne in his hand, looked around at his children, and let out a long sigh.
Tomizawa Yuzo's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
His father always keeps his word, and as he grows older, the strong and conceited part of his personality becomes more prominent.
Even if there were more than just family members sitting at the table, if the father wanted to scold them, he would not consider the occasion or etiquette.
"Today is the day Yuzo and his future wife come to visit us." To Yuzo's surprise, Tetsuji Tozawa spoke calmly, "I think this is a good day, so I wanted to get together with you and talk about family matters."
The three brothers were all stunned.
"Taichi, you are the eldest brother, let's talk about you first." Tetsuji Tozawa looked at his eldest son who was unwilling to look at him, and before he could speak, he sighed again.
He knew it. Taichi Tomizawa's facial muscles twitched twice, and he held his breath, preparing himself for sarcasm and even verbal abuse.
"Your creative work hasn't shown much progress in the past two years. I've repeatedly hoped you could come to the company and help manage the family business." The first sentence was a familiar one to Taichi Tomizawa. He took a deep breath, ready to leave once his father's taunts subsided, but was startled by the following words. "I must admit, you're not without talent in this area. Your first two works were actually highly praised by the publishing house. I, without authorization, contacted your editor and used some tricks to get the publishing house to withhold your manuscript. Much of my previous evaluation was motivated by my own selfish motives."
Taichi Tomizawa trembled so much that the plate in front of him made a slight clattering sound, and he suddenly raised his head.
"And Tatsuji." Tetsuji Tozawa patted his eldest son's clenched hand and turned his gaze to Tatsuji Tomizawa, who was dressed in a suit and tie on the other side. "Hiromi is a good girl, gentle but principled. With your indecisive nature, you really need a spouse like her. Regardless of whether I support your relationship or not, turning down work without telling me, your manager, and asking a colleague to take your place on a business trip to see your fiancée is an irresponsible decision. You still lack experience. Compared to Hiromi, who has been in the workplace for a long time, you are like a budding flower in a greenhouse. My rebuke of you is not entirely subjective prejudice, and I am sure you understand it yourself."
Tatsuji Tomizawa's grip on his girlfriend's hand suddenly tightened, his face full of disbelief.
"Yuzo, and Ayako." Tetsuji Tozawa put down his glass and gave his youngest son a loving smile. "Yuzo, your achievements in painting are obvious to all. Because you found another wealthy family heir to marry, I unrealistically placed my hopes of inheriting the company on you. Now it seems that my thinking was misguided. I don't understand art, let alone painting, but since everyone thinks you are a potential rising star, and you want to make painting your career, you must continue unwaveringly."
"Dad——!" Tomizawa Yuzo was also shocked and stared at Tetsuji Tozawa in a daze.
"Over the years, Dad has had a lot of stubborn ideas and transferred some of his helpless anger onto you... It's Dad's fault." Tetsuji Tozawa's shoulders slumped, as if he had completely let go of some heavy burden, and put on a relaxed smile.
"Father…" "Dad…"
The three sons each called him with intense and complex emotions, including surprise, delight, and regret.
"Dad..." In the end, it was Tomizawa Yuzo who mustered up the courage first and grabbed Tetsuji Tozawa's hand, "Why are you suddenly saying these words..."
Tetsuji Tozawa looked at his son's strong hands, and at the same time saw his own skin which was becoming increasingly dry and slightly wrinkled.
He is no longer the high-spirited businessman he was twenty years ago.
He is indeed old.
Thinking of this, he put on a kind smile and the wrinkles on his face relaxed a little.
"Because I let go of some of the things that were weighing on my heart..."
"…Is there something seriously wrong with your body?"
At the same time as Tetsuji Tozawa opened his mouth, Yuzo Tozawa finished the second half of his sentence.
Tetsuji Tozawa was stunned. It took him more than ten seconds to understand what his son meant. His two thick black eyebrows immediately stood up and he was furious.
"You little bastard!" he said in a loud and powerful voice, slapping Tomizawa Yuzo on the back, "You're cursing your dad!"
"But yours is so similar to..." Then he made arrangements for his funeral.
Tomizawa Yuzo begged for mercy repeatedly under his father's slap, with an embarrassed expression.
"Puchi." Kazawa, the instigator of this scene, pressed his fist against his lips and only let out a slight laugh.
Compared to night shift power outages, public patricide, and triplets choosing one, isn't this quite interesting?
"Beep bell—"
A series of tiny ringtones rang out, and Kazawa's ears moved, and he quickly identified the source of the prompt tone.
It was a letter from his organization's mailbox.
Strange, he had already turned down the mission to capture Shirley. Given Gin's current impression of him, there was no way he would take the initiative to contact him...
Amuro Toru wouldn't use this email address unless there were members of the organization around him who knew his identity...
Several thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. Kazawa took out his cell phone from his inner pocket and glanced at the thumbnail bubble that popped up for the new email.
Then the pupils immediately shrank.
It's broken! This was the first reaction in his mind.
If Sister Mingmei sees this, she'll chase me with a shotgun and beat me up—
It's too late.