“Even though his memory is like that, he predicted and acted on it during such an urgent situation. It’s creepy.”

Thinking about it again, Suna shivered and shook her head.

“He’s thirty-three years old, but he only lost memories from eighteen. According to what Seungju said.”

“That seems to be correct. How can he be eighteen?”

Suna enthusiastically agreed and suddenly asked,

“By the way, the incident with Eunseo, was that Kwon Seunghyun’s doing?”

“It seems so.”

Eunseo nodded and explained the scene where Suna and Seungju’s brother confronted each other yesterday.
“Being all high and mighty as the head of the security team, but unable to stand tall in front of Seungju?”

Thinking about Seungju, whose face had turned pale, unable to meet her eyes properly, Suna couldn’t help but chuckle. After all, he had joined the company in an attempt to handle it without his brother, so it was inevitable.

“Oh, I wish I could have seen that bastard’s face getting all crumpled!”

Suna lamented, hitting the ground as if expressing regret.

“Anyway, Eunseo must have been surprised, but ultimately, it worked out well. It’s better to make a survival declaration like this in the middle than endlessly go into hiding. That way, even the chairman won’t dare to touch her recklessly.”

Eunseo nodded, saying, “Yesterday, I got her email account and even the cloud from the secretary. Now that we can see much more advanced data, it will help when she returns.”

“He said he would return within the year. So, there’s barely a month left?”

“She can do it, Seungju.”

She could answer with confidence. It was an acting performance so perfect that it made Eunseo cry.

Seunghyun, who had fallen into the company, was reporting to his mother about yesterday’s incident.

“What? He came to the company?”

Surprised, Yeonhwa asked, and Seunghyun replied.

“That’s right. He said if he logged in with his email, he might reveal where he is, so he was using a female employee’s email.”

“A female employee? How old is she?”

With eyes flashing, she asked, but upon hearing her son’s answer, Yeonhwa was quickly disappointed.

“She’s in the same team as me. Twenty-seven years old.”

Originally, she might have suspected that the two had some kind of relationship. However, Yeonhwa’s current thought was solely focused on ‘a woman in her mid-thirties or older,’ so she didn’t reach that far. Of course, it was impossible to imagine that the twenty-seven-year-old was that woman.

Even Seunghyun, who witnessed the two directly, was in the same situation.

To the pale Yuneunseo, Kwon Seungju just chuckled without a single word of apology, as if it was nothing more than using a mere black subordinate.

“He’s still recuperating, planning to return within the year.”

“Yeah, didn’t he seem to suspect anything?”

“I don’t know, but… he asked to send his regards to his mother.”

“What?”

Yeonhwa’s face became anxious. Although the other party might have just conveyed greetings, for someone with a guilty conscience, it was enough to be taken as a significant meaning.

“What is this child planning, after all?”

Feeling her breath being slowly strangled, Yeonhwa couldn’t bear it any longer and burst into hysteria.

“Cowardly bastard! Whatever you have, instead of hiding, just reveal it quickly!”

Her shoulders shook violently. If it were revealed that he tried to kill Seungju, it might even uncover old stories.

Clang!
The flower vase that was on the table flew, screaming as it hit the wall and shattered into pieces. Seunghyun rushed to embrace his mother, who was throwing anything within reach, such as magazines, teacups, fruit, in a fit of rage.

“Calm down, Mother.”

“How can I calm down? If that bastard has sensed something, and if he starts to expose even the old stories…!”

“There won’t be such a thing.”

Seunghyun embraced his mother tightly, trying to bring reason.

“That woman is already reduced to ashes and resting in the crematorium. She can’t do anything to you.”

“…….”

“She’s already dead. If you keep worrying indefinitely, it’s you who’ll lose, Mother.”

In the arms of her son, Yeonhwa gradually regained composure.

“Yeah. That woman can’t do anything to me.”

As if making a pledge to herself, Yeonhwa muttered.

“…unless she miraculously comes back from hell.”