Always Going on About Your White Moonlight? Try Paying Two Months' Rent, and You'll Come to Your Senses

Only when I was on my deathbed did I learn that my wife had married me for revenge. She had deceived me for fifty years. I gave her a lifetime of love and billions in research funding. Yet she spent thirty years teaching our own daughter to hate me, all because I hadn't funded her beloved genius senior back then. She said it was a meeting of kindred souls, something a money-grubbing businessman like me could never understand. Reborn, I walked away immediately. Without me to bail them out, I wanted to see how her beloved genius would handle the necessities of daily life. Could he even figure out rent and utility bills? As for that ungrateful little brat, in this timeline...