The Ungrateful Sister I Raised and Ruined

Leaving the restaurant my sister owned, I was stopped by the manager.

"Excuse me, sir, you haven't paid your bill."

I looked at the unfamiliar face, assuming he was new and didn't recognize me.

So, I politely explained, "Just put it on my sister's tab. She knows."

The male manager swept a dismissive glance over me.

"Sir, this is a Michelin three-star establishment. We don't have a 'tab' system here."

He finished speaking and handed me a printed bill.

I glanced down.

A single meal, fifty thousand dollars.

Utensil Radiance Maintenance Fee: Three thousand.