“Well, what can I do just sitting here like this? One person waiting is enough.”
Jung-ae, who had been guarding the sofa, stood up, supporting herself with her knees.
“Soli, I’ll ask you to take care of Siwoo.”
“Don’t worry about Siwoo…”
Soli had no words to say, so she hurriedly turned Jun-ho around. When she turned around, tears welled up in her eyes.
It was heartbreaking. To experience such an incident on Christmas Eve. During such a time, whether it was okay for her to be this happy, Soli even felt sorry for the two of them.
Dajeong sat by the bedside, holding Jung-hyuk’s hand tightly. She prayed fervently.
Please let him wake up safely.
Even in the midst of praying, all sorts of worst-case scenarios flashed through Dajeong’s mind. However, even within those, it wasn’t easy to imagine that he would never wake up again.
After everyone left the room, Jung-ae, who had stayed until the end, suddenly burst out with curses.
“You damn fool! Just dying after leaving my child and my dog behind! I’ll follow you even to the afterlife and beat you with a leg bone!”
“What are you saying to a sick person?”
Surprised, Dajeong tried to dissuade her.
“Hey, damn it!”
Turning her back with a thump, Jung-ae wiped away her tears.
Now that everything seemed to have fallen into place, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
At that moment, the quiet door opened, and the sound of clicking footsteps echoed in her ears.
Dajeong released Jung-hyuk’s hand from her forehead and looked up. A white-haired old man, robust with several attendants, entered the room.
Dajeong stood up and bent her waist deeply. In just a few hours, her face looked worse than the patient lying down.
Whether he liked it or not, Chairman Park couldn’t hide his shock at his grandson’s appearance.
The grandson, who was perfectly fine, appeared in such a state overnight; there was nothing surprising about his eyes rolling back.
“You wretched thing! You willingly turned my grandson into this mess!”
Chairman Park, who was getting increasingly agitated, couldn’t contain his remorse and raised his hand towards Dajeong.
Looking at that face, it was hard to resist the urge to give her a good thrashing.
Dajeong closed her eyes tightly. With everything that happened, there was nothing she could say even if she were to be slapped.
However, the hand that flew towards Dajeong’s cheek couldn’t find its target. It was none other than Jung-ae who grabbed the old man’s sleeve and stopped him in mid-air.
“Hey, what is this old hag doing now? Is my daughter a street thug? Why is she raising her hand?”
Seeing Jung-ae’s disdainful look, Chairman Park’s face contorted in an indescribable way when she glared back.
“What? Are you calling me an old hag now?”
“If not an old hag, then a young lady? Or an ajumma? An old hag has no conscience. Does that pair even look in the mirror?”
In response to Jung-ae’s disdainful look, Chairman Park staggered back. But the ferocious demeanor didn’t break.
“What is this thing doing?!”
“Ma’am, what kind of thing are you talking about?”
“Looks like an ignorant country bumpkin. What’s wrong with that? Even if I’m a country bumpkin, I won’t just stand by if someone tries to harm my child.”
“Mom, please stop. This is Mrs. Cha Jung-hyuk.”
As the situation escalated, Dajeong stepped in to mediate. Jung-ae pushed her daughter aside.
“Oh, I know! Because you said it’s your grandson, you call me an old lady! So what? Is that all? Is it my fault that my daughter’s going out with someone?”
“Mom…”
Ah, Chairman Park couldn’t close his mouth.
Feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to do, he looked at Dajeong, then glared at Jung-ae again. It seemed like this thing was the mother of the other one, and both seemed equally hateful.
The old man who was wagging his head scolded Dajeong harshly.
“You brought nothing but trouble since you showed up! I’ve gained nothing with you around!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Dajeong kept apologizing. Then Jung-ae, pushing her daughter aside, scolded her.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Look at this! My grandson almost died because of your daughter.”
As Chairman Park scolded her sternly, Jung-ae pointed her finger at him. It was almost like a tongue-lashing.
“If you have ears, you should know who made my grandson like this, right? But why can’t you touch anyone else’s daughter and feel unsatisfied!”
Unable to contain her intense emotions, Jung-ae yelled out in a loud voice.
“Don’t touch my child! Don’t touch that poor thing!”
“Mom, please don’t do this.”
Despite Dajeong’s dissuasion, Jung-ae sat down and beat her chest.
“Oh, people of the neighborhood! They say there’s such a law in the world. If you raise a good-for-nothing child in a house with a reputation, you should be grateful and bow, but what kind of fate is this! Oh, oh, it’s so sad that I can’t live because of the sorrow!”
“Mom, please…”
Dajeong couldn’t endure it any longer and burst into tears. The VIP ward turned into a sea of tears.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
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