Repaying My Debt to the Ruined Tycoon

The man who funded my education for years went bankrupt and lost his sight.

I found him, brought him home, and took care of him.

He stared blankly with unseeing eyes, his voice fragile and thick with unshed tears. "Don't be so good to me, Harper. I'm thirty. I’m a ruined man. I don't deserve you."

I leaned over to gently wipe the dampness from his cheek.

But out of the corner of my eye, I saw his adopted son leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, watching him with a frigid glare.

"He's right. You are thirty," the boy said softly.