Kayaba Akihiko

Akasaka and Kamuro's father shook hands, preparing to say goodbye.

Meanwhile, Kamuro herself stood off to the side with her arms crossed and her head turned away, sulking.

Kamuro's mother was stroking her daughter's head to comfort her. "There, there. Don't be angry anymore. We were worried you'd get dumped, so we drew up that contract. In the end, it was all for your own good."

"If only you were a little quicker on the uptake, a little smarter, and inherited even a tiny bit of your dad's intelligence, we wouldn't have worried ourselves sick over you."

"At the end of the day, you're just too easy to fool. You don't have the ability to make it on your own in society."

"Thank goodness Akasaka, the Prime Minister of Japan, was willing to marry you and be this sucker. Otherwise, we really wouldn't have known what to do."

Although everything Kamuro's mother said was supposedly out of concern for her daughter, why did it sound stranger the more she listened?

The more she listened, the more hurtful it became...

Kamuro crossed her arms and looked at her mother speechlessly. "If you don't know how to comfort someone, then don't talk, Mom."

That airheaded way of speaking really had no sense of restraint.

Luckily, the person in front of her was her mother. If some outsider had said that to Kamuro, she would have rolled up her sleeves and fought them already.

Akasaka was also planning to leave with Kamuro, since everything had been settled and the two had gotten married.

Kamuro's parents said they would see them out.

Just as Akasaka was about to leave, holding Kamuro's hand while she obediently followed beside him, looking rather well-behaved and sensible, they arrived at the glass doors at the company's entrance and