"That clearly shows that you, as her mother, do not play a single role in her upbringing." Ryan interrupted Satomi in a deep voice, "And, thank god you do not play any role. At least, she is spoiled now, I can not even imagine what, how she would have turned if you would have raised her!"
He stated promptly.
'Oh, crap…. You have done it, Ryan.' Naomi and Satoru, both thought at once.
"Ryan..." Naomi muttered under her breath.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on this young man who had damaged left eye, white hair with blood spots on them, a plain blue shirt which's top two buttons were undone.
"Satoru-San." Ryan looked at Satoru and bowed his head a little.
"Ryan-Kun..." Satoru's grip on his daughter's shoulders loosened a little.
'Although you have messed up your start, I am sure you will deal with her somehow… because you do not know anything about her.' Satoru thought with a smile growing over his face.
