They Stole Grandma's Life, So I Personally Ruined Their Entire Family's Future

My maternal grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother's name and her identity as an educated youth, then left the mountains with another woman. One became a law professor, standing at the lectern and talking about justice. The other became a renowned traditional Chinese painter, talking about integrity in front of the cameras. But my grandmother was trapped in the mountains for the rest of her life, with people pointing fingers and calling her a fallen woman. She never closed her eyes, even in death. Fifty years later. Thanks to the support of my grandmother and mother, generation after generation, I made it out of the mountains and became a partner at a top law firm. During graduation season, I sat in the lead interviewer's seat at the firm. The young man across from me was bright and handsome, the most outstanding graduating student at the University of Political Science and Law. I opened his résumé and read through it page by page. When I reached the family information section, I stopped. I stared at that name for a long time. Then I looked up at him and said coolly, "You didn't make it."