Suddenly, when Summer thought about sneaking up the stairs and searching every room for the sickroom, someone called her from behind.

“Excuse me! Excuse me, the woman in the brown coat at the back!”

Although the nurse called Summer again, she couldn’t hear due to the noise. The nurse called Summer again in a louder voice.

“Writer Choi Yeoreum!”

Summer heard it now and approached. As Summer approached, the nurse alternately checked the monitor and Summer’s face, then nodded.

“Yes, it’s her. I confirmed the writer’s profile. Wait a moment.”

Then she called a security guard. Gesturing for him to follow. Summer wiped away tears with the back of her hand and followed him.
She repeatedly expressed gratitude to the nurse sitting at the desk, but in her busyness, the nurse didn’t look towards Summer. Passing by quietly, Summer checked her name.

It’s not easy to help someone else’s request in a situation so hectically busy. The small consideration she gave became a miracle for Summer. Amidst the chaos, Summer diligently stored her name in her mind.

.

When the elevator arrived at the VIP floor, the noisy lobby seemed like an entirely different world from the quiet isolation rooms. Even the small coughs sounded loud, creating a calm atmosphere.

Simultaneously, Summer’s mood found a bit of stability.

Alright. I’ve come this far; all that’s left is to see him.

After signing some confidentiality document, the nurse finally guided her to the ward.

“Just go to room 901.”

“Please…”

At the tearful voice, Kim Jeong-im frowned.

What’s going on?

Kim Jeong-im, with her calm and quiet personality, disliked noisy situations. She hadn’t even gone down to the first floor all day after hearing the news of the commotion in the hospital lobby. In her ears, amid the quarrel, she heard something happening in front of her son’s room.

Could it be? Did an overzealous fan come up here?

At that moment, another voice was heard.

“Choi Yeoreum. What the hell are you doing?”

Choi Yeoreum?

She knew that name. The girl who dated her son two years ago.

Although it’s just around the corner to her son’s room, Kim Jeong-im leaned against the wall and eavesdropped on the conversation for a moment.

“Please, CEO. Huhu. Please show me that Oppa is okay.”

“Who are you to see Taeseok’s condition? Can’t you hear me say to go?”

The one shooting out harsh words was Ji Hyeon-jeong. Kim Jeong-im sneered coldly.

She knew that the always affectionate tone was fake. The real her looked like this. Her genuine self was pitiful, and Kim Jeong-im let out a bitter smile.

“Please… Why did he get hurt? Ugh. Huhu. How is he now? Just confirm and let me go.”

The woman couldn’t speak properly because she was crying. It seemed like she didn’t know what she was saying.

“Does Taeseok want to see you? Do you want to be dragged out by the guard?”

Ji Hyeon-jeong’s voice became louder and louder.

“Please. I’ll kneel if I have to. Please. CEO. I apologized last time. So please, just this once…”

The mumbled words suddenly turned into sobbing. Ji Hyeon-jeong didn’t even blink.

“Drag her out.”

“Well, just a moment! Just a moment, Huhu. Ugh. Just let me meet a doctor. I’ll just confirm his condition.”

“Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?”

Whether the woman clung to Ji Hyeon-jeong’s arm or not, a moment of struggling sounds could be heard, then a thud against the wall.

“Drag her out immediately.”

Hearing the relentlessly cold voice, Kim Jeong-im raised her head.

This won’t work.

Determined Kim Jeong-im revealed herself. Ji Hyeon-jeong’s eyes widened. From her perspective, it must have seemed like she suddenly emerged from the ground.
A woman in a brown coat was sitting on the floor, crying. Ji Hyeon-jeong was brushing off her sleeves as if they were stained with something dirty. When she noticed Kim Jeong-im, her face turned pale in an instant.

‘Isn’t Professor Kim off today? Moreover, the situation right now…’

Kim Jeong-im dryly observed Hyeon-jeong quickly changing her expression and stance.

“Writer Choi Yeoreum, please get up. Calm down first, and let’s talk again.”

Summer was almost in a panic, so she didn’t notice the change in Hyeon-jeong’s attitude. Passing by quickly, Kim Jeong-im scrutinized Summer’s face.

Even she, as Taeseok’s mother, hadn’t made such an expression after he was hospitalized. The woman looked desperately despairing.

“What’s going on?”

Asking as if she knew nothing, Hyeon-jeong politely replied.

“It seems you’re a drama writer, and you came because you were worried. Security, please take her outside.”

With an awkward smile, Hyeon-jeong said, “Writer Choi, calm down and come back later.”

Summer was dragged away like a powerless paper doll.

Kim Jeong-im, who had been silently watching the scene, opened the door and entered. Hyeon-jeong, after stopping her with a cold look, entered alone.

Wiping the face of her son, who still hadn’t come to his senses, Kim Jeong-im sighed.

Choi Yeoreum. The girl her son used to love.

‘After barely surviving for two years, now that she’s okay, she’s back to shooting dramas. Choi Yeoreum is the writer of this drama.’

Was it that she got better, or is she still doing this drama because she still loves him?

“Son, what do you want? Do you want to see her again?”

She wondered, asking a dry question.

She had been curious. Who is this girl? Every time she talked about a girl, her son smiled so beautifully. It made her a bit jealous and grateful.

“How pretty is it when you smile, Mom. I’ll show you later.”

But now, she saw a crying face.

“Yeah. Still pretty. Taeseok. Just like you said…”

Ji Hyeon-jeong, Seo Taeseok, and Choi Yeoreum.

The cold tone toward Choi Yeoreum, the look, attitude, and their breakup—all these thoughts Kim Jeong-im had been pondering over were finally decided.

“My choices always go in one direction. My son’s happiness.”

She left a kiss on his forehead and left the hospital room.