Chapter 2

Mom didn't like dad. She had a first love.

Dad was a somewhat famous painter who fell for mom at first sight.

He pursued her relentlessly, forcibly breaking up mom and her first love.

Everyone approved of dad, so mom reluctantly married him.

After marriage, mom was busy finding cases and handling them. She spent little time at home and often gave dad the cold shoulder.

Artists are more sensitive. Dad couldn't take mom's neglect.

Running away, attempting suicide, even jumping off buildings - he tried it all.

At first, mom would rush home anxiously.

But cry wolf too many times, and mom stopped believing.

Until dad broke down and leapt from a high-rise.

Mom's comment: "Artists, their minds aren't right."

I was a posthumous child. Mom's physique was different from most. By the time she discovered me, it was too late for an abortion, so she had to keep me.

During that time, because of me, she missed out on many potential cases.

She said I was born to collect a debt.