Back when the Miller family was splitting their inheritance, it was about to fall into the hands of an illegitimate child.
I willingly married into the family and agreed to have a child so that Claire could remain in the Miller family registry and secure her status as heir.
Because of that, the Brooks family in New York City cut ties with me, even refusing to attend our wedding.
To help Claire firmly establish herself as CEO of the Miller Group, I endured being forced to drink at the U.S. Department of Commerce until I suffered stomach bleeding.
The patents the company needed—I traveled to the United States repeatedly, waiting outside a professor’s research lab at Columbia University until he was finally persuaded.
But all those efforts were casually credited to Claire’s so-called brilliance by outsiders who didn’t know the truth.
My own contributions were dismissed as mere benefits from the Miller family’s reputation.
I never cared about such gossip, but Claire was furious when she heard it.
She summoned everyone in the company who mocked me—those who could be fired were fired, the rest demoted or docked pay.