Kawada said with bitter anguish, "Didn't you see that guy using Noriko? His true colors are showing! He doesn't love her at all!"
"I'm not well educated. Don't try to fool me."
"You!"
"Mr. Kawada, please stop." Meanwhile, Noriko supported Kogure, carefully helping him onto the tatami to tend to him.
"Get the hell off me! I'm leaving." Kogure was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his face and soaked his back, yet he still lashed out, shoving Noriko aside and staggering toward the exit.
Noriko hurried over to help him. Her tone was icy. "Whatever investigation you did was your own personal undertaking. It has no legal standing."
Tetsuhiro sighed. "Just hand it over to the Police Department for verification. Or do you think I might have faked it?"
"I can't rule out that possibility."
"Heh." Tetsuhiro laughed in exasperation. "Who do you think he is? Would I go out of my way to fabricate evidence just to frame him?"
"That's ridiculous. I don't even know him. Why would I do that?"
"Then why are you so certain Mr. Kogure is a bad person? He's a good man who saved my dad, yet you made baseless accusations and even hit him."
"Who said he was a bad person? I only said there were suspicious things about him, and that he couldn't eat that bowl of noodles!"
"Ugh..." Tetsuhiro felt utterly drained. Explaining things to this girl was more exhausting than fighting Madara Uchiha!
Watching their retreating backs, he almost wanted to wash his hands of the whole affair.
But Noriko's family reminded him so much of his own in his previous life. They were all ordinary people at the bottom of society, all so kindhearted. The injury to the Shop Manager's right hand, too, had touched