"Leon... you're finally back." I dared not, nor did I want to ask why he had promised to come back yesterday but didn't.
"What do you want from me?" Leon, dressed in a sharp suit, glanced at the wall clock, clearly ready to leave immediately after speaking.
"It's so late. Are you still going out? Have you had dinner?"
There was no response.
I paused for a moment. "Withe is facing some financial issues. I wanted to ask if you could help."
The living room lights were too harsh, making my head spin. I could only sit on the sofa, looking at him, trying to maintain my balance.
"Withe is yours. I gave it to you. I have no responsibility or obligation to help you. You are the legal representative of Withe."
He spoke so indifferently and then walked out.
I wanted to explain more urgently, but Leon had already reached the door and closed it mercilessly.
In Leon's eyes, Withe is a charity to me, an item he has discarded. How could he possibly spend money to save it? Moreover, he had more important things to do.