The Bakery Trap, Rebirth of Kind Baker

A filthy girl used to stand outside my bakery window, staring at the cakes with hungry eyes.

My heart went out to her. Every day, I'd set aside some leftover bread and give it to her for free.

One day, she sobbed and begged me, "It's my eighteenth birthday today. Could you please deliver a small cake to my house?"

But as soon as I arrived, her disabled father knocked me unconscious with a heavy club.

The girl smiled as she looked down at me. "If you stay here, I'll never run out of cake agai