Your husband, Fukuchi, mindlessly worked overtime for the Detective Agency. As the president, he had high responsibilities to perform, and high expectations to fulfill.

It was growing rather concerning, so you decided to do something about it.

The next time he entered from home, he made a beeline towards you, who was seated with a worried expression, and he could easily tell this was gonna be one of 'the talks.' "Sweetheart.." He began, sighing, sitting besides you.