Hibino Mio was in the reception room on the second floor of Konishi Financial Company, seated on a single leather sofa. It felt very comfortable, but she was in no mood to appreciate it. The tea placed before her was pale brown, steam slowly rising from it.
She stared at the tea, her fingers unconsciously intertwined; she was very nervous.
Hibino Mio was no longer a child. She knew very well what happened if someone defaulted on a high-interest loan.
But she had no choice.
In that urgent situation, it had been completely impossible to borrow enough for her daughter's medical treatment through normal channels.
Her only option had been a high-interest loan.
Such a loan might seem like a lifeline in the short term, but in the long run, it was another inescapable Hell.
But she didn't care. If it was Hell, so be it.
As long as her daughter was safe, she didn't mind what tortures she might face.
