Delivering Food Day and Night to Cure Dad's Illness, Only to Discover My Family is Actually Super Rich
Language: en
On Christmas Eve, I was forced to brave the bitter cold to deliver food, all in an attempt to earn money for my father's medical treatment. As I handed the delivery to a customer around my age, he suddenly tipped the cake over. "What kind of delivery service is this? Do you know this cake was specially made for me by my mom?" he snapped. I was about to retort when two familiar figures appeared in the luxurious house behind him. It was my parents! My usually frugal father was now exuding an air of extravagance. "It's just a cake. Our Jack is so outstanding, I'm giving him this house as…