In the solitary confinement of the prison, Chairman Song Myunghwan became thinner day by day. Initially, acquaintances visited him as if they were wearing out the threshold of the prison. Now, however, only Secretary Kim Jinho was requesting visits.

“I think I’ll receive about two years in the first trial.”

“What? Two years?! How much did I spend hiring lawyers? Are these guys trying to earn money for free!”

Watching Chairman Song Myunghwan, who was furious, Secretary Kim Jinho said with a bewildered expression,

“Madam Sung Munhee and Mr. Park Jinsung are doing well with their media play. We’ve completely lost public support.”

“…Wasn’t it about harvesting the black beast?”

“There are rumors that the shareholders are pushing for the dismissal of the representative director.”

“What did you say!”

Chairman Song Myunghwan’s swollen eyes seemed to pop out.

“First, we can only hope for a reduction in the sentence in the second trial.”

Chairman Song Myunghwan knew that it couldn’t happen as Kim Jinho said. The situation going back was not just disadvantageous but pitiful.

The chairman, who clenched his fists and trembled, suddenly stood up. Perhaps not wanting to show weakness, he turned to Kim Jinho, saying he could go to him if he didn’t want to show weakness.

However, after walking a few steps, Chairman Song Myunghwan, with an external scream, suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and collapsed.

Eunchae dusted off the dust on her black slacks. She never dreamed of entering a prison. When she applied for a visit, she judged that the possibility of rejection was high.

Of course, even if rejected, she had no intention of giving up. She planned to request visits until they were accepted. Fortunately, she no longer had to go through such trouble.

Eunchae noticed the incoming visitor from the inside. The slightly gray hair suggested his age. When she raised her head, the wrinkled face looked ordinary.

Ordinary, huh.

The word didn’t fit at all with the crime of serving a life sentence for charges of murder and corpse disposal.

Baek Kangho. A person who would now be called more often by the number 4225 than his name.

Baek Kangho was serving a prison sentence due to being tempted by Chairman Song Myunghwan, and perhaps because of that, he glared at Eunchae as if she were an enemy.

It was the expected reaction. Eunchae calmly stood up and greeted him first.

“Hello. I’m Song Eunchae. Would you recognize me as Kang Hye-ran’s daughter?”

“And also Song Myunghwan’s daughter.”

“In terms of the family register, yes.”

With a clearly drawn line, Baek Kangho sneered. Probably implying that being Song Myunghwan’s daughter was undeniable.

Eunchae pulled out a chair and sat across from Baek Kangho.

“What brings you to me that you came to see?”

There was a distinct hostility in Baek Kangho’s narrowed eyes. It wasn’t just dislike or resentment; it was an unmistakable hatred that went beyond such simple emotions.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t retreat here.

After taking a deep breath, Eunchae opened her mouth.

“Tell me the truth, no, reveal the truth, please.”
By whatever means, one should silence their lips, shouldn’t they, even if they have to resort to extreme measures. Otherwise, one might have to live with the dreadful consequence of a heinous crime as a lifelong label.

Even Kang Hye-ran, who was once ignorant of the world, closed her mouth tightly due to that. To protect Song Myunghwan. But then his daughter came, making a completely opposite request.

Baek Kangho stared silently, trying to understand her intentions.

“At that time, in the clothes my mother wore… No. There’s the victim’s blood. If you speak the truth now, you might not feel unjust, and you could even have a new trial.”

“Do you really want to reveal the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Then Song Myunghwan has to confess.”

What can you do with a cardigan stained with blood? When Baek Kangho tried to get up with an incredulous expression, Eunchae hastily spoke.

“Do you know that Song Myunghwan is in prison now?”

“…”

“Isn’t that unjust? If he didn’t do as that person told him, Kwon Eunchan might have lived, and you might not have become a murderer.”

“…”

“It wasn’t intentional to kill.”

“…Shut up!”

Baek Kangho glared at her, trembling.

“Do you think that a little cardigan can prove Song Myunghwan’s guilt?”

“We can’t prove it right away, but we have to start from there.”

At her words, Baek Kangho shivered, and his shoulders trembled.

This girl.

No way…

“…If you continue, Kang Hye-ran might be falsely accused as the real culprit.”

“Still, with the truth… We might get a little closer.”

Baek Kangho’s harsh expression softened slightly. However, he still spoke skeptically.

“It’s not something a young girl like you can handle.”

Cutting her off like that, Baek Kangho turned away. Eunchae tightly grasped her handbag.

“If you’re hesitating because of your son who just entered college and your elementary school daughter.”

Baek Kangho’s turned shoulder stiffened.

“I’ll take responsibility and support them.”