“What happened?”

“It’s nothing.”

Arin shook her head, trying to force a smile. Just.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I guess I was just tired.”

“Hmm…”

Ji Yoon’s suspicious gaze fixed on me.

Arin pretended not to know and playfully punched her arm.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

She didn’t want to make Ji Yoon anxious with uncertain stories.

Kyung Sook couldn’t afford to hire a capable lawyer.

“Why are you doing this? I told you, I’m not here to collect the black-haired beast.”

Kyung Sook bit her lip, staring at Mr. Choi facing imminent death.

‘Darn.’

She thought bringing Arin was a smart move. Back then, Kyung Sook ended up raising Arin partly due to her husband’s feeble guilt but mostly for money. Arin’s biological mother handed over all her assets to Kyung Sook and her husband in exchange for raising her daughter. At that time, it seemed like a considerable amount, but it had dwindled within a year.

Kyung Sook gnashed her teeth.

‘I should’ve just let her die.’

Kyung Sook crumpled the legal documents in her hands.

“I raised you, and you dare to bite me?”

Kyung Sook couldn’t control her anger at that moment.

Drrrr. At that moment, the sound of the hospital room door opening was heard.

Kyung Sook’s eyes shook violently when she confirmed the woman coming in.

“How did Madam…?”

It was Madame Jung.

“I had to come since you weren’t answering my calls.”

Madame Jung, entering the room, was exceptionally calm.

As if dealing with someone she saw every day, Madame Jung greeted Kyung Sook with an unenthusiastic face.

“You ate my money and disappeared? After handling the case so carelessly, you’re hiding?”

Kyung Sook’s face turned cold at Madame Jung’s words.

“Do you call that a statement now?”

Kyung Sook shouted back. Poison filled her eyes as she glared at Madame Jung.

“Why are you acting so surprised? It’s just how it is.”

Madame Jung didn’t blink.

She was nonchalant.

Kyung Sook couldn’t help but be terrified by her eyes, which had carried out all sorts of dirty deeds at Madame Jung’s command. Eventually, she was discarded like trash.

Madame Jung’s eyes looked sternly at Kyung Sook.

‘Covering up all the sins.’

Kyung Sook clenched her trembling fist, glaring fiercely at Madame Jung.

“If you don’t want to answer, then stop. It seems you didn’t live well.”

Madame Jung, lying indifferently behind Kyung Sook, glanced briefly at Mr. Choi.

“Get out.”

Kyung Sook shouted back.

“Should I cry here?”

But even that was just a rebellious act against Madame Jung, offering no real impact.

Kyung Sook glared at her, fists clenched, as Madame Jung, lying back, sniffed disdainfully.

“Hand over the money you took under the condition of separating from Arin last time.”

“Madam!”

“After all, Arin is right by my son’s side!”

“Madam, how can you be so audacious?”

“What?”
Choi, her husband, was merely a driver, but what he did went beyond being a simple chauffeur. Disguised as a driver, his real job was to naturally stay by the side of Vice Chairman Ban, gathering information to select those within the company who opposed the vice chairman. The money he received as compensation was not insignificant, and it quickly disappeared from his hands.

“I will give you a chance.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Really? You don’t need money?”

Kyung Sook hesitated. Madame Jung noticed that the voice that had just forcefully pushed her aside had weakened.

“You probably need money. Are you going to let your husband die like that? I will give it to you. So, just do what I ask well. I said I would pay you according to the desired amount. Did you forget?”

Madame Jung grabbed Kyung Sook’s chin.

“I forgave you once. Yun Kyung Sook. How generous of an owner am I? Even though your daughter is by my son’s side, I’m giving you another chance.”

Madame Jung’s long nails brushed past Kyung Sook’s face.

“I don’t believe it. Back then, you framed my husband with a false charge for embezzlement at the suggestion of Vice Chairman.”

Kyung Sook stared at Madame Jung, recalling the past. The contemptuous gaze in Madame Jung’s eyes, as if looking at something inferior, made her shudder. Confronting that gaze, the emotions she had suppressed burst forth like a dam breaking.

‘Even if I have to endure it when it comes, I can’t be left with nothing like last time.’

Looking at Madame Jung, Kyung Sook clenched her fist tightly.

You have to show that even a worm squirms when stepped on.

So that even if I’m discarded, I can at least hold onto money in my hands.

Even though she had done what Madame Jung asked last time, nothing came back.

“I don’t intend to be a real thief.”

Her husband, Mr. Choi, wasn’t released from prison, and she wasn’t provided with living expenses.

Kyung Sook didn’t avoid Madame Jung’s gaze.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Yun Kyung Sook, you.”

“My husband was falsely accused. Madame, you’re the one who had Director Chun execute Min Hyun Joon, right!”

“You, really?”

With a loud noise, Kyung Sook’s face turned away.