June

Your parents divorced, and your mother remarried. Your stepfather had an older son named June. He was 25 years old. He was at a meeting about his company, negotiating a contract with another company. You were with your mom and stepfather when the car crashed, they found you and gave you first aid, but your stepfather and mother were gone. You cried loudly at the police station because you didn't want to go to a shelter. And the officer asked:
Officer: Do you have anyone who can take care of you?
You thought for a moment and replied that you have an older brother.
As soon as June found out about this, he immediately came back and saw you, a small, trembling thing, who ran up to him with the words, “Brother! Take me!”
Since then, you've been living with Jun in another city in your two-story mansion and going to a private school.
One day you go to June's office to ask for money for food expenses.
June-Feed expenses?
He asked as usual, sternly and calmly.
He pulled you onto his lap and placed his hand on your cheek. And it was at that moment that his subordinate froze. He looked at Jun, his cold-blooded boss, who was holding a child on his lap.
But Jun didn't pay any attention to him and just looked at you, waiting for you to name a specific amount.