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Joo Taeseong had one small wish that he never told anyone. A daughter. It had been decades since he founded the Hyeonmu-hoe. He had gained power, money, and honor, but a connection with a daughter eluded him. The first. The second. The third. And even the youngest. His wife held sons in her arms after four births. He did not show his disappointment. He simply believed that the day would eventually come when he would hold a granddaughter in his arms. His eldest son got married and a grandson was born. His second son also gave him a grandson, and the third son had a son as well. The mansion was filled with the sound of laughter, but Joo Taeseong's face remained stiff. Pink hairpins, small dresses, and the sweet voice calling out "Grandpa" never came. His last hope was his youngest son. However, when the youngest said he had no interest in marriage and would live alone for the rest of his life, Joo Taeseong finally gave up his expectations. Then one day. The youngest got into trouble. An unexpected pregnancy and marriage. He didn't have much expectation. He thought it would be a son anyway. He had learned long ago that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. On the day of the birth. As he waited calmly in the hospital hallway, a short message reached his ears. "It's a granddaughter." He never got the daughter he wanted so badly, but a precious and dear granddaughter had come to him.