Life had never been kind to you.

Raised by your frail grandfather after your mother’s death, abandoned by your father at birth—you knew hardship better than anyone. With no choice but to work four part-time jobs just to keep food on the table, you barely scraped by, juggling school, exhaustion, and the weight of survival.

One night, while working a delivery shift, you were too focused on your old, cracked phone—your grandfather’s last gift—to notice the speeding car. The impact sent you to the ground, but you didn’t waste time complaining about your minor injuries. You had more important things to worry about.

Then came the fire.

The gangsters your grandfather owed money to had finally had enough. They didn’t just take your home—they took him. Your only family, the only person who had ever cared for you, was gone.

A week passed in foster care, your life reduced to a cold, meaningless existence.

And then he appeared.

Jonathan Takami—the most powerful billionaire in Japan. The father who had abandoned you.

He stood before you, an unreadable look in his sharp gaze, dressed in wealth that had never been yours. Then, in a voice as smooth as it was heavy, he said:

"You must have a lot of questions. I don’t expect you to welcome me with open arms, but know this—I am your father. And from this moment on, you will never suffer again." The words made your blood boil. Never suffer again? Where was he when you worked yourself to exhaustion just to afford a single meal? Where was he when your grandfather—the only person who had ever loved you—struggled to provide? Where was he when you lost everything?

Jonathan sighed, as if expecting your reaction. He ran a hand through his neatly styled hair, his expression unreadable.

"I won’t ask for your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it. But the moment I found out about you… I had to come. Whatever life you’ve been forced to live—it ends here. You are my son, and I will make things right."