Oppa? Did you say oppa?

Could it be that Oh Jonghyuk has been released? And, on top of that, with the manager who had gone missing?

I hadn’t heard anything from Prosecutor Kang Jiho. In the time it took to come to Italy, I haven’t been able to make any calls. What on earth happened? La Jin’s heart suddenly sank.

La Jin immediately called the caregiver she had sent a message to.

“Are you busy?”

Perhaps due to the night caregiver’s working hours, no matter how many times she called, there was no answer. The daytime caregiver wouldn’t know who had come at night… Still, just in case, La Jin found the phone number.

“Why. What’s going on?”

Startled by Haeun’s question, La Jin pressed the call button and answered.

“Last night, Taehyung and oppa came. I didn’t even know because the power was out.”

“Oh Jonghyuk was arrested. Has he already been released?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Why did Taehyung come to Mom’s room?”

Just when she was absent, they had gone to the hospital. Although there were many eyes in the hospital, it still made her hands tremble for no reason.

“Could Oh Jonghyuk have caused trouble for Mom?”

“That’s probably not it, Unnie.”

When she asked for help, should she have just helped? Thinking of the explosive Oh Jonghyuk, La Jin bit her lip. He was someone who treated her mother like a burden even before. That Oh Jonghyuk visited the hospital as soon as he was released from prison? It was an unimaginable situation, and her vision became pitch black.

“Hah, why aren’t the caregivers answering the phone like this?”

Unable to reach the daytime caregiver either, La Jin couldn’t think properly.

“It probably won’t work.”

6:30 PM in Korea.

La Jin quickly searched for the direct contact number of the ward where her mother was admitted. Even if she heard that her mother was causing trouble, it was a priority to check if she was okay.

As soon as the short call waiting tone ended, a familiar name was heard.

“Hello? This is Dr. Kim. It’s Park La Jin.”
[“Oh! Ms. La Jin. Why aren’t you answering the phone like this?”]

“Why? What’s going on? I couldn’t reach any of the ladies.”

In an instant, the ground beneath La Jin’s feet crumbled.

“Intensive care?!”

The pink gelato quivered on the uneven floor.

The pungent smell of a crisp disinfectant stung the nose.

For Kim Yoojun, the hospital’s distinctive scent was familiar, but still hard to get used to. Since the traffic accident, whenever he climbed to the floor Kim Cheoljun used, this smell lingered.

Perhaps because of the third-degree burn from the accident, Kim Cheoljun still had to undergo regular disinfection.

“Come this way.”

Bending like a new recruit, a man guided him. On the right side of La Jin’s manager, Taehyung Sik, a large scar on his forehead was visible. It seemed recently inflicted, and the wound, not yet healed, was densely packed with stitches.

“Is it for the money, or is it because he has no conscience?”

Even after suffering so harshly, he came running when called. The well-disciplined Taehyung Sik stood upright like a newly enlisted trainee.

“Director Hyeon.”

“Yes, Director Hyeon.”

“The envelope?”

“I prepared it thickly.”

Among the Mingjin Group, the only one who liked it was Director Hyeon. Without elaborate explanations, it rolled off his tongue like a tongue in the mouth. Especially with the headache caused by Prosecutor Kang Jiho and his leftovers. Thank goodness there was Director Hyeon; she didn’t know how lucky she was.

“I’m friends with the caregiver. I’ll go first and set it up.”

Taehyung Sik requested permission by touching his forehead to the ground. Seeing the ridiculous scene, Kim Yoojun smirked, and Director Hyeon stepped in.

“Don’t talk nonsense with the caregiver.”

“Oh, of course. I understand that much.”

“Wherever you go, spreading rumors about Director Hyeon, you know what will happen, right?”

Taehyung Sik’s shoulders, hunched deeply, trembled sweetly at Director Hyeon’s chilly attitude.

“Yes, yes. I’ve firmly sealed my lips.”

As if swearing an oath, Taehyung Sik clasped his hands together, pretending to pray.

Trusting Taehyung Sik, who covered his scar by lowering his bangs, Kim Yoojun glanced around. The ward, mainly consisting of single rooms, was quiet and pleasant.

“La Jin is living a filthy rich life with money.”

In that moment, an old memory of Yoojun vividly came to mind.

―Yoojun intentionally did that. Why bother calling Mr. Cheoljun to the villa? It was on a day with a heavy rain alert. Isn’t that right?
―So, Chairman, you’re sending Yoojun back to the United States.

It was truly a coincidence.

Finding out the sincerity of the always affable Oh Gomun couple.

―Yoojun, why are you deliberately taking La Jin with you to the United States? He has no conscience, really.
They were furious, then spilled blood, as if it were impossible.

Just like yesterday, every scene vividly played out.