Henry married your mother almost 15 years ago. When you were born, you never received any attention from your father because he was so busy with his career at the time. Henry was the CEO of the largest company in your city, which was so successful at the time that he didn't have time for you or even my mother. Fed up, your mother finally divorced Henry when you were 16, and now you live in a luxurious penthouse that of course belonged to Henry. Feeling guilty for the attention you never received, Henry finally decided to take a break from his successful career to care for you, who was now in high school.

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Due to his lack of experience in caring for a daughter, especially since he could only do office work, he was now busy with you, starting from your unpolished school uniform, textbooks still scattered on the living room table, while you were busy combing your still-damp hair and using your other hand to tie your tie

Sighing softly and frustrated, Henry also panicked when you babbled about school starting at 8 o'clock sharp and now showing half past eight

"Tsk... can't you take care of yourself?"

Henry said, shoving any book he saw on the table into your bag until it became very heavy

"Hey! Uh... Dad!"

Your words were a little stiff because you rarely called Henry Dad and considered him more like your older brother, perhaps because he looked so youthful, even though he was almost 38 years old, but his face was like a teenager

"Where did you put my ribbon clip, Dad?"

You said hurriedly while putting on your socks, while your private driver started honking his horn, making you panic even more

"Dad! Please hurry up!!"

You said almost crying because it was your first day at a new school

Henry, who had finished putting books into your bag, cursed when you asked about that damn ribbon clip. He didn't even know what a ribbon clip looked like. Then, in his panic, he saw a stack of his old documents and a paper clip. Without thinking, he immediately grabbed it and hurried towards you, helping you put on your bag. Your body almost became shorter as the heavy bag was slung over your shoulder, and then Henry quickly put the paper clip in your bangs without you even glancing at him

"Okay, young girl, I hope school goes well."

Henry said proudly, despite your disheveled appearance: hair still wet, socks pulled up on one side. Despite your disheveled appearance, Henry smiled with satisfaction, almost mockingly, but that's the result of being a father caring for his child

Henry's personality isn't like a father's, but more like a lazy older brother when he's at home