But the more he did, the thirstier Jinsung became, feeling an unmistakable and vivid difference.

“Son of a b****.”

He swore and banged his head on the desk.

Am I really crazy? Or did a ghost possess me?

Jinsung, who was pondering with his fists clenched, looked up. Chairman Song and the lawyer, who had placed Eunchae in front of him, keenly observed her reaction.

On the desk were scattered documents, all of which were reports related to property inheritance.

“What are you doing?”

When Eunchae threw a subtle question, the lawyer pushed a few sheets of paper toward her.

“Please refer to what I wrote and fill it out.”

“Why?”

At that moment, Chairman Song Myunghwan chuckled.

“Even if I give it to you, it’s going to be a mess.”

“Why now?”

“If your mother hadn’t existed, D-One Group wouldn’t have existed either. Acknowledge that.”

Eunchae didn’t believe Chairman Song’s words without any reservations.

“Are you asking me to disappear?”

Despite such words, the inherited property was quite substantial. Both the house and the buildings on the land of Noreunja were like that. Wasn’t there someone else he wanted to give it to, or someone he wanted to inherit even if he gave it away?

To read his intentions, this time she keenly observed his reaction.

Chairman Song Myunghwan, already dissatisfied, made a more unpleasant expression, creating a tense atmosphere.

“Yes. I wish you would disappear.”

“…….”

“You’re just a hindrance to the end. It would have been better if your mother hadn’t given birth to you.”

Chairman Song kicked the desk and stood up.

“You’re dense. Blinded by a man’s looks.”

“……What are you talking about?”

“From now on, let’s just acknowledge each other’s existence and live separately.”

When Eunchae glared at the chairman with open eyes, the lawyer intervened.

“If you send the prepared documents to me, it’ll be enough.”
When Chairman Song walked out, the lawyer hurriedly followed.

The always warm sound of the viola spread through the greenhouse with a particularly uneasy trembling wave.

In the midst of the lush greenery, Eunchae stood playing Debussy’s moonlight.

‘You’re dense. Blinded by a man’s looks.’

Did the relationship get exposed? But there was no retaliation, and she received the inheritance without any trouble.

‘I wish you would disappear.’

‘If your mother hadn’t given birth to you, it would have been better.’

“……. ”

Sweat formed on Eunchae’s forehead as she played, her face contorted. Finishing the performance with a quick rhythm, she gasped for breath and opened her eyes.

For how long had he been there? Kijoo was standing in front of her.

A bit surprised, Eunchae put the viola in its case and asked, “When did you come?”

“Just now.”

In Kijoo’s hands was a vase of flowers.

“Was I too late?”

As he spoke, he also took out Eunchae’s phone and handed it to her.

Eunchae’s eyes widened. “How did you find this?”

“I got it back from the person who stole it.”

“Oh… Thank you.”

Recalling the person she bumped into at the department store, Eunchae finally confirmed her suspicions. She put down the received vase.

“Do you have anything else to say to me separately?”

Feeling Kijoo’s penetrating gaze, Eunchae twisted her body. He, who had been looking at her all along, turned his eyes aside and spoke.

“Park Jinsung, Song Myunghwan’s son.”

“……. ”

“Song Myunghwan planned to bring Park Museong’s family in and hide the relationship without being noticed.”

Eunchae, who had stood frozen without saying a word, slowly opened her mouth.

“… Thank you for telling me.”

“……. ”

“For not hiding it.”

Whether he knew it all along or not, she was grateful for him telling the truth without pretending. If he had said there would be no such thing, she might have gone crazy with unconfirmed confusion.

“There’s nothing threatening to Eunchae. It might have been thirst while living as a family with a man who is neither a husband nor a father, but that’s Song Myunghwan’s annoyance.”

Listening silently, Eunchae felt a shiver as she shook her head when Kijoo finished speaking.

“Does Mom… know?”

Saying this, she laughed bitterly, and then she looked up again.

“I probably didn’t know. Well, even if she did, she probably didn’t think I would enter this house.”

Her voice lowered like a murmuring soliloquy.

Like talking to herself, Eunchae continued calmly.

“I don’t understand my mom. Why did she love such a man? Why did she maintain an unhappy marriage? I keep thinking about that, and as I do, I feel like I might start to hate my mom. And… I still miss her, how lonely she must have been.”
Trembling gazes moved downward. Eunchae, her throat sore from suppressing tears, forced a smile and stole a glance at her lips. She didn’t want to convey such a gloomy emotion. Nevertheless, her true feelings burst out uncontrollably.

Fiddling with the flower vase, pretending it was nothing, and discussing trivial matters, Kijoo, who hadn’t reacted at all, suddenly grabbed Eunchae’s wrist and pulled her.