A child? A child?

Nokhyun’s mind became dull. When he had captured Taerin, he had already completed the plan for a second child. He wanted a pretty daughter resembling her. However, knowing Taerin’s situation, he had never spoken a word about it.

The fact that Taerin was beside him was a miracle itself and made him happy. However, desires always brought anger.

“At least go wash up first.”

Nokhyun desperately pushed Taerin away. Taerin, with a sweet fragrance, was irresistibly seductive.

Nokhyun moved quickly, washing up and roughly drying his hair.

However, Taerin had already fallen asleep. Nokhyun sat on the bed and tapped Taerin’s cheek with his finger. Unfortunately, Taerin showed no sign of movement.

Taerin was juggling several things alone.

It must have been exhausting.

Although he knew better than anyone else, the resentful feelings were inevitable.

Nokhyun could easily infer why Taerin had said such words.

He heard from Ikeung that Taerin had visited the main house. He must have met Mora.

Taerin was concerned about Mora, who refused treatment.

As Taerin, who had opened his eyes, gazed at Nokhyun, slowly blinking his eyes, even the face that seemed to be saying he was about to fall asleep was adorable.

“You met Mother, right?”

Taerin nodded obediently.

“So, you suggested having a child because of that?”

“… Well, not just because of that. I want a child. A son who looks just like you. I want to create a family.”
Taerin murmured softly.

“That’s a bit tricky.”

Nokhyun gave a bitter smile. Having a daughter resembling Taerin would be welcome, but having a son resembling himself was a bit awkward. The words might sound awkward, and it could be a bit too bold.

A slight chill ran down his spine.

“I would be fine with a daughter resembling you.”

“That’s even trickier.”

Nokhyun shook his head and kissed Taerin’s lips. Taerin, who had closed his eyes tightly, did not open them again and buried his face.

“You need to get up. There are things to do if you want to have a child.”

“… I’m too sleepy right now.”

As if asking when he had seduced her, the drowsy Taerin twisted his body. Nokhyun lay next to Taerin and gazed at her face.

“Am I teasing you?”

Nokhyun asked with a trembling voice. However, there was no more response.

The uniquely bright and smooth skin visible between the slips caught Nokhyun’s eyes, and he exhaled a bitter breath.

To suppress the desire that had reached its limit, he had no choice but to take another shower. And a cold one at that.

As he attempted to get up, the sound of the phone ringing echoed. Nokhyun reached out and picked up the phone placed on the table.

It was Mora’s call.

Had she finally decided to receive treatment after meeting Taerin?

Despite Nokhyun’s persuasion during this time, Mora’s attitude had been stubborn. Suppressing a bit of irritation, Nokhyun answered the call.

“What’s going on?”
Answering the phone with a somewhat firm voice, Nokhyun pressed his narrowed forehead with his fingertips. Expecting a sharp response, he felt uneasy, but Mora remained silent.

Sensing something unusual, Nokhyun called Mora.

Mora let out a long sigh before speaking.

Your father has awakened.

Nokhyun immediately went to the hospital where his father, Cheolhan, was hospitalized. He thought there must be a reason why Cheolhan, who had shown no signs of waking up for months, remained in that state.

Cheolhan woke up later than expected. It was neither good nor bad timing.

In the elevator, Nokhyun thought about Cheolhan after a long time. Memories from birth until now flashed by.

Not once had he received affection from the person called “father,” nor had he sought it himself.

Despite climbing the ranks with several times, no, hundreds of times more effort than others, Cheolhan often complained that he only enjoyed life because of Nokhyun.

Dohyun also did not receive love from his father. On the other hand, Jiwoon, who was the same age as Dohyun, was different. Cheolhan always favored Jiwoon.

When Dohyun died, he sent a secretary instead, claiming to be busy with work.

I wonder if Cheolhan realizes how much of a grudge that became for Mora.

The elevator stopped, and Nokhyun moved his unyielding feet to arrive at the hospital room.

Upon opening the door, a harmonious family scene entered his eyes. Yuran, Jiwon, and Cheolhan were smiling and chatting.
The scene was so beautiful that it made one feel nauseous.

“I’m here.”

As Nokhyun entered, Cheolhan only made a dry cough with a dignified look. He was used to this level of cold treatment.

“You’ve done something really terrible to your family, right?”

Nokhyun reacted more to the word “family” than the term “terrible thing.” An unpleasant sensation crawled through his entire body like insects.

“You didn’t even have to do it; they were exploding on their own.”

His words were true. Yuran and Jiwon fell into the traps they set for themselves.

“Such a shameless…!”