The Man with glasses pointed to the document on the table beside him. "There. Go take a look."
"My friend and I both suffered internal injuries."
"Do you know what internal injuries are?"
"They're nothing like external injuries."
"Do you know how long it'll take us to recover?"
"We can't work while we're recovering. Who's going to support us?"
"If we lose our jobs because of this, who's going to take responsibility?"
"Besides, even if we recover, we don't know whether we'll be left with any lasting effects."
"If we are, you'll have ruined the rest of our lives."
"Do you know how serious the consequences are?"
"Do you?"
The Earring Man echoed him.
His face was full of indignation.
"..."
The girl was left speechless.
"Sorry."
The shop owner stepped forward.
"How much compensation do you want?"
"I'll do my best to come up with it."
"Now that's a reasonable man."
The Man with glasses adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, right. I almost forgot to ask something important."
The Man with glasses shook his head.
He'd made a mistake.
"Shop owner, did you rent the flower shop or buy it?"
If he'd rented it...
Then everything he'd said before would've been for nothing.
How much could they squeeze out of someone who rented a flower shop?
The shop didn't belong to the shop owner at all.
"I bought it."
The shop owner lowered his eyes.
He'd spent all his savings on it.
He'd even taken out a loan.
He'd only paid it off recently.
He didn't like renting.
He wanted to own a flower shop of his own.
One that belonged to him alone.
The girl pressed her lips together.
Shop owner...
Was there really no way out?
Not only would the shop owner have