She had been thinking about having a can of beer anyway. How did he know, as if he were a ghost?

Seo Ha went up the stairs, holding the plastic bag in her hand.

“Keeak! Keeak!”

“Be quiet, Kim Min Ji.”

As Min Ji barked energetically, Seo Ha talked to her while opening the gate, and Jae Wook came out, dragging his slippers.

“Why are you so late? Even the caregiver for your grandmother…”

He stopped midsentence and then let out a surprisingly loud exclamation.

“Seo Ha, what happened to your face!”

“It just happened.”

“What do you mean, ‘it just happened’? Even Min Ji can see you’ve been hit! I should have known when you said you were going to Kang Yoon’s company. Why are they so eager to kill you?”

The last part of what Jae Wook said, as he angrily spat it out, caught Seo Ha’s attention.

“Kang Yoon… wants to kill me?”

Jae Wook quickly tried to backtrack, as if he realized he made a mistake.

“What I meant was, why are they hitting you! Who is it? Is it that guy who comes here all the time?”

“Don’t change the subject when you know it’s not him. What did you mean just now?”

Kim Jae Wook had been watching Seo Ha up close for a long time. If the past of Seo Ha that Jae Wook knew was really related to Kang Yoon and Yoon Seo Ha, could he figure out the reason for the body swap?

“I was just saying. It’s frustrating when you go to work and come back all beaten up!”

“Then, let’s do this.”

Seo Ha calmly tried to negotiate.

“I’ll explain why my face looks like this. You tell me why Kang Yoon is so frustrated that he can’t kill me. Even if I’ve forgotten, it’s still my memory, and I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t hear it.”

Jae Wook’s expression became cold and hard. His flustered, wavering gaze touched Seo Ha’s swollen red cheek and then helplessly fell at an angle.

“Even if you lost it, it’s still your memory.”

Muttering, Jae Wook cursed and scratched the back of his head again.

“You got fired from the factory you used to work at because of Kang Yoon.”

Seo Ha blinked at Jae Wook. Thinking carefully, she remembered. She had been working as an accountant at the factory and had been fired.

“Because of Kang Yoon? Why?”

“I don’t know the details. Kang Yoon’s side specifically pointed you out and cut off the deal, and because of that, the factory struggled. So you were fired, but couldn’t find another job… No, forget I said anything!”

Jae Wook talked to himself and then angrily closed the gate roughly.

“Go upstairs quickly. The caregiver left thirty minutes ago, and your mother is alone!”

“Ah, okay.”

There was no time to dig deeper when her mother was alone. Seo Ha hurried up the stairs to the rooftop room, thinking about the story she had just heard from Jae Wook.

Kang Yoon singled out Seo Ha and unilaterally cut off the deal? Was that even possible? Wait a minute. If it was the factory where the deal was cut off…

It hadn’t seemed like a big deal. Her mind had been preoccupied with half of a pink macaron rolling around in her car, and she hadn’t paid attention to anything else that day.

“Did you know that the fabric factory changed? They sent a sample, so check it when you get to work.”

“Yeah. But why did it change? The previous factory we were dealing with wasn’t bad either.”

It was a factory that had supplied the fabric for their steady products for quite a while. Of course, the factory was highly dependent on the deal with Kang Yoon, and there must have been some inventory produced in advance for future sales.

Supply management was Lee Seung Oh’s responsibility. Seo Ha thought he must have done a good job.

“The new factory is bigger, and there are many aspects I like.”

If he liked the new factory, what did he not like about the previous factory they had dealt with?

The products from the new factory were indeed better. It was only a slight improvement, but enough to make one wonder if it was worth the hassle to switch.

Regardless, it was true that the new factory’s products were a little better, and since the old factory was smaller and had its inconveniences, she had just confirmed the change.

Seo Ha stood in front of the rooftop room door. Reflected in the old, large mirror that leaned against the wall with “School Alumni Association” written on it, was the nowfamiliar face of Jo Seo Ha.

“So it was you. The accountant from that factory.”

Seo Ha’s finger touched the mirror. Beyond the cold and hard sensation, it seemed as if Jo Seo Ha was slightly nodding her head.

Inside the rooftop room, her mother, Hae Sun, was already fast asleep, surrounded by an old wardrobe, a halfcurtain, and several picture frames.

All these items had belonged to Jo Seo Ha’s late grandmother.

After confirming her sleeping mother’s breath, Seo Ha silently stood up and looked at a picture frame hanging on the wall. A young Jo Seo Ha and her already aged grandmother were leaning on each other, smiling brightly in their direction.

“Living just the two of us… We spent all our money on my grandmother’s hospital bills. I was fired…”

‘I found out too late and brought her to the hospital. But the complications were too severe, and it was too late to help her.’

Ah.

She remembered.

Hair fluttering in the wind. Eyes that had lost their light. The brick tightly gripped in her dry hand.

“It wasn’t me.”

The car with the heavy window tint, which made it difficult to see inside, was the one Lee Seung Oh had driven until that very morning. Lee Seung Oh had the authority to cut ties with that small factory, and he had exercised that power.

“You tried to kill Lee Seung Oh.”

Something wavered, as if it was just about to touch, but still barely out of reach.

The factory lost its business partner because of Lee Seung Oh, and after suffering significant losses, they fired Jo Seo Ha.

Jo Seo Ha had struggled to pay her grandmother’s hospital bills, and after losing her only family member, she had picked up a brick and went looking for Lee Seung Oh, only to be hit by a truck.

There was a contradiction here. If Lee Seung Oh had really caused Jo Seo Ha to be fired, why didn’t he recognize her when they met again?

Seo Ha went outside and carelessly sat on a bench. She took a can of beer out of the plastic bag that Kyung Joon had given her, opened it, took a sip, and pressed it against her swollen cheek. The cool moisture helped soothe her burning cheek.

“Maybe, Jo Seo Ha.”

Gulp, gulp.

The icecold can of beer went down her throat, making her neck ache.

“Your grudge might have turned me into you.”

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