If York Corporation ever did face a crisis so severe it was on the brink of bankruptcy, the entire business world of Wiltspoon would shake. Countless small and mid-sized companies would collapse like dominoes.
Alex said quietly, “That’s why you have to keep adapting—keep up with the times—or you’ll get left behind. The pressure on managers is huge. In our generation, York Corporation might still be fine. But what about the next generation?
“Grandma always said no flower blooms forever. If we ever do face a real crisis, we have to save ourselves while also being mentally prepared for failure—face it calmly.”
Aitana nodded. “I’ve heard so many stories about your grandmother. In wealthy circles, even among ordinary folks like us, people speak highly of her. The old saying goes that marrying a virtuous wife brings prosperity for three generations. Your grandmother is exactly that.”
Alex smiled. “Grandma’s amazing. We all grew up with our grandparents because our parents were always busy with business. They basically handed over raising us to them.
“Sometimes I think my parents just didn’t want the responsibility. Ever since I can remember, it felt like they were the true-love couple, and we four brothers were ‘accidents.’ Like gifts you get after topping up your phone bill,” he joked. “My uncle and aunt are the same. They adore each other, and their son was an accident too. Luckily, Grandma and Grandpa loved us most.”
Aitana laughed at his playful tone but felt even more curious about the York family.