"Give me the money." Uesugi Jiro, with slumped shoulders, just turned his hand in the other direction.
Uesugi Sakura had complaints about his reckless borrowing of money:
"Out of respect for my father, I still call you uncle, but as an uncle who never contributed to my cousin since childhood, what right do you have to ask money from your underage daughter?"
Uesugi Shio was raised by her grandparents, starting from her third year after birth.
"She owes me and will repay for a lifetime."
"Give it to him, Sakura."
Uesugi Sakura couldn't understand what Shio owed this false father, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Uesugi Shio replied in a much lower tone than usual, "Give it to him."
On the rainy street, the lifeless Uesugi Jiro clutched the neatly arranged sixty thousand yen, holding a black umbrella as he left for the other side.
"What could you owe him, Shio?"
