Mora had lost a child of Arlen’s age. Even if it wasn’t everything, she could vaguely guess how terrible it was.

“I made some porridge, have some.”

Seeing Mora feeling sorry, Eunseon opened the bowl of porridge.

“Porridge? It’s okay; the hospital food is tasty these days.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t say hospital food is tasty. Arlen, you too, eat with your son-in-law since Arlen didn’t eat lunch properly.”

Eunseon strongly insisted, thinking that Mora would refuse because she felt sorry.

“Arlen, did you eat lunch properly? Then let’s eat. I’m fine.”

Mora lightly tapped Arlen’s side. Arlen quickly raised her head.

“I, I’m full!”

Flustered, Arlen stammered for the first time in a long while.

Looking at the two pale-faced people, Eunseon quickly moved her hands. She thought the two were looking bad because they were hungry.

It was Eunseon’s misunderstanding.
Eunseon was extremely bad at cooking. One characteristic of someone who can’t cook is strong stubbornness. She never referred to others’ recipes and had a strong desire to create.

“Abalone porridge…?”

Mora asked with concern.

“No, it’s beef porridge.”

But why is it green!

Mora screamed internally. Arlen raised her head as if denying reality.

Humming a tune, Eunseon began to serve the porridge on a plate she brought herself.

Mora wanted to escape somewhere.

It was more terrifying than when she was on the operating table. Arlen was already hiding behind Mora.

At that moment, the door opened, and Naju-daek entered.

“Oh, you’re here? Princess Arlen is here too.”

As Naju-daek spread her arms, Arlen hugged her and whispered in her ear.

“Save me.”

“Huh? What?”

Eunseon, saying Naju-daek arrived at the right time, offered a plate of porridge to her.

Having picked up Arlen, Naju-daek spoon-fed Mora without any suspicion.

“Ptui!”

After a bite, Naju-daek spat out the porridge, wrinkling her nose.

Eunseon looked at Naju-daek with a puzzled expression, and Mora desperately held back her laughter. It was pitiful for Naju-daek, but Eunseon’s embarrassed expression was too funny to endure.

“This is spoiled. Here, take it, and I’ll throw it away.”

Naju-daek took the plate of porridge that Eunseon brought and left the hospital room.

“…Too much. I made it since dawn.”

Eunseon looked crestfallen. Mora looked out the window, covering her mouth with her hands. Just in case laughter spilled out.

“Son-in-law, tell me, is my food that terrible?”

Then, the hospital room’s door opened.

“Yeah, Mom.”

Entering at the right moment, Taein answered firmly instead of Mora.

Eunseon pursed her lips.

“I must have been locked up for too long. I’ve lost my touch.”

Eunseon’s words left the three of them speechless.

The atmosphere sank like Eunseon’s shoulders.

After a moment of silence, Taein raised his hand to Eunseon’s shoulder.

“No, Mom. I couldn’t do it from the beginning. Mom can’t even distinguish between salt and sugar.”

Eunseon made a wry face. In fact, she wasn’t good at distinguishing tastes. She guessed that others were the same since she enjoyed everything.

“Mom, let’s leave cooking to the experts.”

Taein set the food that Min Director had prepared on the table.

Arlen and Mora, who were already full, picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Then, Taein tapped Eunseon’s shoulder.

“No, Mom. I probably can do this much.”

It seemed difficult to break the dream of an enthusiastic aspiring cook.

“Son-in-law, chew carefully and eat slowly!”

Arlen urged Mora. Mora, who had undergone a major surgery, still seemed worrisome.

Seeing the two pale-faced people, Eunseon quickly moved her hands, thinking that they looked bad because they were hungry.

It was Eunseon’s misunderstanding.
Arlen took out a sketchbook from her bag and settled in a corner.

Observing Arlen, who had taken a seat from a distance, Mora subtly spoke to Eunseon and Taein.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

Mora’s statement surprised both Eunseon and Taein. Mora had never allowed a divorce, even if it meant putting Gang Jiwoon in her family registry. It was her anger towards Cheolhan and an act of revenge.

However, Mora suddenly declared a divorce.

“Really?”

In response to Taein’s question, Mora nodded with a lonely expression.

“I should have done it earlier. I drove a stake into the child’s heart, becoming a useless mother who couldn’t help.”

Tears welled up in Mora’s eyes.

Taein, knowing that Mora was talking about Nocheolhan, couldn’t say anything.

It was a fact that Mora had hurt Nocheolhan. During that time, how much had Mora’s heart rotted?

Taein resented the reality that the victim had to suffer.

Listening silently, Eunseon took Mora’s wrinkled hand. Then, she cautiously spoke.

“You thought well. Let’s forget about that scoundrel and live happily together. Go on a cruise, enjoy the autumn leaves. What a beautiful world it is.”

Mora, who had been laughing, suddenly stopped. Then, her nose wrinkled, and tears filled her eyes.

Eunseon’s words were right. Living life in black and white, she felt regretful and sorrowful.

“Anyways, last night, Do-hyun appeared in my dream. He said that Arlen should enjoy her childhood and let’s meet later. But before that.”

After Mora let out a bitter laugh, she quickly composed herself.

It was a sharp expression that Taein had seen before. Taein wiped away the tears in his eyes and stared at Mora.

Mora, whose features resembled Nocheolhan, opened her lips with gentle lips.

“Send them straight to hell.”

Mora sharpened her resolve, vowing not to let Sim Yuran, Gang Jiwoon, and Cheolhan off easily.

“I’ll help with anything. Taein, will you do the same?”

Eunseon raised her head, locked eyes with Taein, and asked.

“Of course, I’ve been hoping for that too.”