“I was discharged from the hospital just a few days ago. If another article comes out saying I went back to the hospital, there will be rumors that I have a terminal illness.”
“That’s true, but…”
“It’s okay, I just need to rest. You should go in too. You’ve worked hard.”
Trying to appear fine, In Ho waved his hand at Myeong Woo and got out of the van.

He appreciated Myeong Woo’s concern, but he was sick and tired of seeing his name plastered all over the portal sites.

Anticipating that Myeong Woo might try to stop him again, he hurried into the building.

Luckily, the elevator was on the first floor.

In Ho rushed into the elevator and hurried towards his bedroom, not the guest room.

He checked the powder room just in case, but Su Yeon was not there.

Since it was quiet when he came home, he thought she hadn’t come back yet, but for some reason, he felt a little disappointed.

After they got married, he had been seriously sick several times.

Each time, Su Yeon had taken care of him with great devotion.

Back then, he hadn’t had the energy to pay attention to it, nor did he realize that it was such a comforting thing.

Feeling the absence of Su Yeon, he realized how grateful he was for her.

“Phew, the medicine…”
In Ho sighed and searched his coat pocket.

But no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t feel the pill bottle that Su Yeon had given him at the shooting site.

His eyebrows naturally furrowed.

He remembered that he had carelessly left it in the van when he rushed to the set.

“Ah, nothing’s going right.”
Leaning on the vanity with both hands, In Ho hung his head.

He had only taken three pills that Su Yeon had brought from the set and the additional ones he had taken at the shooting site.

But seeing that his headache didn’t go away despite taking them, he wondered if the pills weren’t right for him.

‘Maybe I should try some other medicine.’
As he thought this, the sharp pain came back.

In Ho grabbed his temples and groaned.

“Really, this is the worst.”
It seemed he would have to visit a pharmacy.

He didn’t think he could bear the pain any longer.

In Ho forced himself to get up.

He wanted to get out of this pain as soon as possible.

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In Ho stood in front of the elevator with his hat pulled down low.

Fortunately, there was a small pharmacy across the street.

Comforting himself that he just had to make it there, he waited for the elevator when suddenly he heard the sound of the neighbor’s door opening.

Caught off guard by the unexpected presence, In Ho turned around.

Then he saw an elderly man in shabby clothes carrying trash bags in both hands.

“Of all times…”
In Ho muttered under his breath.

Even if the neighbor didn’t frequent the place, he probably knew he lived here.

But the problem was his appearance was unsightly.

Today, he was soaked in sweat from a series of action scenes, and just standing still, the pungent smell of sweat vibrated around him.

Since the hallway wasn’t spacious, the old man might have already noticed, but out of politeness, In Ho stepped aside.

At that moment, the elderly man, who had come next to him to take the elevator, put down the trash bag he was holding and suddenly started talking.

“Oh, you don’t look well. Tsk, tsk.”
The old man shook his head, clicking his tongue.

Instinctively, In Ho looked around.

Except for the old man, there was no one else.

So that must mean that the old man was talking to him.

“Are you talking to me?”
“Who else would I be talking to besides the young man here?”
The old man responded nonchalantly to In Ho’s question full of surprise.

“Ah, yes.”
In Ho responded, but he didn’t know what to say.

Why was the elevator so slow? The panel was still pointing to the third floor.

In Ho stared at the panel and took another step back.

He wanted to avoid unnecessary conversation, but the old man didn’t get the hint.

“Where are you headed?”
The old man asked cordially.

In Ho swallowed a sigh that was rising within him.

Being an actor was a dream and fulfilling that dream was something to be proud of, but sometimes he regretted making it his profession.

Because of his image, he always had to answer strangers’ questions politely, which was quite uncomfortable.

“To the pharmacy.”
In Ho replied with a somewhat brusque tone.

He desperately hoped that the old man would pick up on his tone and not ask any more questions.

But something was strange.

What was so funny that the old man couldn’t help but chuckle?

“Does your head hurt like it’s about to split open?”
In Ho turned his head without realizing, forgetting he had been determinedly staring at the elevator to avoid meeting the old man’s gaze.

Ignoring his words about his complexion, the old man was only staring at the garbage bag he had put down.

As if he had never paid attention to In Ho from the start.

Suddenly, In Ho felt a shiver run down his spine.

‘What is it? What could it possibly be?’
Even if Myung Woo said his face was pale, how could he know about the headache?

Just then, the elevator that had only been slow finally arrived and the closed doors opened.

“I’ll take the next elevator. You can go ahead.”
Feeling a strange unease, In Ho took a step back and gestured towards the elevator, letting the old man go in.

At that moment, the old man’s voice once again pierced his ears.

“That young lady must have struggled every day for years with that headache about to burst.”
In Ho looked at the old man, his eyes narrowing as if he had heard something he wasn’t supposed to.

The old man just stared at the inside of the elevator without thinking to pick up the garbage he had put down.

“She must have relied on medication until it was no longer effective.”
Without realizing, In Ho took a step back.

He felt a chill, and even a sense of fear.

Every word the old man said pointed to Su Yeon.

So, he had to ask.

“Do you know our Su Yeon?”
Who on earth was he, talking as if he knew so much about Su Yeon?

He felt he had to know.

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