Dad sighed as he looked at the medical bill, saying, "Mr. Graham normally looks like such a cold person, but he actually footed your entire medical bill. He also made sure that the doctors gave you the best medicine."I looked down at the signature on the receipt. Tristan Graham's signature was refined and elegant.I smiled and said, "I guess he's a good man."Dad didn't seem to pick up on the underlying meaning in my words. He continued, "Right? Men of his standing don't usually care about their employee's well-being. "Meanwhile, not only did Mr. Graham sponsor and help you enroll in a prestigious college, but he also leaves flowers at Mom's grave every year."Dad was right. From everyone else's perspective, Tristan was a good man.I first joined the Graham family when I was 18 years old. For the next seven years, I slept in the same bed as Tristan.However, since Tristan's father, Patrick Graham, placed a great deal of importance on securing a good match for him, we had no ch
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