The Billionaire's Son Who Jumped in the Slums

Summary

My dad believed in a tough-love, trial-by-fire kind of upbringing.

Even though he was a billionaire, he threw me into the slums from the time I was little, left to suffer all sorts of humiliation.

The person he sent to "take care" of me pocketed most of the money, feeding me nothing but plain bread and pickles every day.

Constant malnutrition and oppression made me timid and insecure. Unable to take the bullying anymore, I jumped from the roof of a building.

And after I died, my dad just gave my corpse a cold glance, completely unfazed.