Jin Heon suddenly felt an urge to scoff.
$500. So that was it. All the chaos that had plagued their family since she was a child was all because of $500.
She currently had three credit cards in her wallet, $300,000 in cash sitting in her bank account, and held $10 million worth of private stock.
And here, one of the men who should have been closest to her was asking for $500.
The amount was so small—less than one-thirtieth of her monthly salary, one-twenty-thousandth of the value of her stock.
She desperately wanted to say no.
She wasn't the eight, eleven, or thirteen-year-old version of Jin Heon anymore. She was a hundred times stronger than this man.
But her mouth wouldn't obey her, and she could feel her heart racing.
'It's only $500. If I give it to him, he'll leave. He'll be able to go out and fool around for who knows how many days, and once he's gone, the house will be quiet again.'
