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"Oh, patient Min Yeo-ju? I've arranged a consultation with Dr. Kim Yul-an. Please write down your name and date of birth here and wait a moment."
Yeo-ju, who had no choice but to come to get counseling because of Yoon-ki's words, waited for her turn while continuing to fiddle with her phone, which no one was calling from.
“Ms. Min-? Ms. Min, I’ll go in.”
The female protagonist sighed at the nurse's words and followed her.
Why does my chest feel so heavy today?
Everything felt gloomy, like a rainy summer day.
{When a sociopath possesses a villainess}
19. Kim Yul-an
“Patient Min Yeo-ju?”
“Ah...yes.”
Please sit down-It was Yul-an who saw the female protagonist coming in awkwardly and pointed to a chair in an affectionate voice.
Perhaps this teacher was the kind of woman who thought he was okay. Her stiff expression gradually loosened.
“Uh… I need to record it first, so I’ll just ask a few formal questions.”
“A record..?”
“You know, that thing. The one you bring up to the higher-ups.”
"I used to get punished for not posting that consistently. So, I'm just asking a few questions as a formality. If you're uncomfortable, you don't have to answer."
Big.Eventually, unable to hold back her laughter, the heroine let out a laugh that was almost like a cough. She quickly cleared her throat and sat up straight again, staring at Yul-an.
Yul-an, who saw the female protagonist like that, smiled and muttered something, and asked her a few questions. Since they were miscellaneous questions like, “Are you having any problems in your daily life?”, the female protagonist answered them easily without any particular difficulty.
…
“Okay, that’s enough!”
“Now... let’s talk about Min Yeo-ju.”
"…yes?"
This is the first time I've been asked to tell my story.
Yulan spoke to the woman who was unable to speak easily, just opening her mouth in response to Yulan's question.
"Um... It doesn't really matter if it's nothing special. For example, I had pork cutlet for lunch today, and I woke up early in the morning feeling good... That's about it. I just want you to share your daily life, Yeoju."
“Uh… I,”
"I had a fight with my brother today. To be exact, I'm half his brother. So we didn't really talk much, but today he carried me to the hospital. So..."
The female protagonist began to speak her own words little by little in response to Yul-an's words, and Yul-an focused on her without taking his eyes off her even once.
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“Father, you called me…”
When I got home, I immediately put on a suit and went to my father's company office as my secretary told me to.
“Yeah. I called you.”
“Min Yeo-ju, that girl went to the hospital.”
Thud-
Yoon-ki's pupils fluttered at Min Hye-jun's words. He clearly erased all the records and ordered them to keep their mouths shut...
“Did you know?”
Damn, I already knew that.
From the beginning, at this point, the question itself was asking whether Yoon-gi knew by looking at him with cold eyes.Tell me with your own mouth what you have done-The intention was to do so.
In the end, Yoon-gi lowered his head and answered.
"…yes."
Clang-!!
Hyejun threw the glass cup next to him along with Yoonki's answer, and Yoonki staggered after being hit in the head with the hard glass cup.
Hyejun, who had reached Yoongi's side without realizing it, looked at his son with emotionless eyes, who was moaning softly while pressing his hand on the spot where blood was flowing from his head, and mercilessly struck Yoongi's cheek.
“Didn’t I tell Min Yeo-ju not to worry about that girl?”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to pity that monster, he’s not your brother?”
“That day“I thought I had realized it, but I wasn’t.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
Hyejun's eyebrows twitched as Yoongi, who was staring down at the floor, covered his slapped left cheek with his large left hand. But contrary to Hyejun's expectations, Yoongi, unlike before, didn't show any fear. He raised his head and spoke directly.
“···She is my younger sister.”
"what?"
“She's my sister, you piece of shit.”
“You gave birth to my daughter through some random fight, but she is still my only sister.”
“Who are you to define that kid like that?!!”
Yoongi, who had never spoken out against her before, suddenly screamed at Hyejun. He clutched her trembling hands tightly and shouted until his blood boiled, and Hyejun saw the girl's mother.
“…Get out, Min Yoongi.”
"immediately!!"
Hyejun, who was holding back his anger by looking at Yoongi like that, clenched his teeth and pointed his finger at the door and shouted. Yoongi was like that to Hyejun.I'll touch Min Yeo-ju just one more time. Then there won't be a father or anything.Yoon-gi walked out of the CEO's office, stepping on broken glass here and there, glaring at Hye-jun until the very end.
…
At the moment when the images of Yoon-ki and Jeon Yeo-in overlapped, memories of her came flooding back to me.
Her still vivid image drives me crazy.
Hyejun- Come quickly
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Min Hye-jun! Did you think of something else?
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Three years of burning love. Overflowing love. A love where we were everything to each other. I thought we would spend our lives together like that.
Stop it, Hyejun. I'm so tired.
You left, hiding the fact that you were pregnant with our child, with tears welling up in your eyes.But there was no time to be sad. As soon as I heard the news that she had broken up with the person I was seeing, I got married for political reasons.
Even though I didn't love her, I had to fulfill my duties as a couple.So, I had a child with my new wife.
My first child was born,You came back after six months of not having filled your days, and you left behind a girl who looked exactly like you.
So I pushed her away. It was so annoying. If only that kid hadn't existed, I would have been happy with her for the rest of my life.
But the more the child grew, the more I thought of her. I wished she would disappear from my sight. In the end, I hated her. I hated her, and hated her again and again.
I still couldn't forget her. I couldn't contain the anger welling up in me at the sight of my son and my ex-girlfriend, both of which overlapped. Anger, it's a difficult emotion to define, but that word alone came to mind.
I held my head in my hands and lowered my head, feeling resentful of her as memories of her kept flooding back. I hated this creepy feeling of missing her anymore.
“Damn it…, Kim Yul-an, you’re really…”
I wish I could forget her no more. I just want to forget her as if she never happened. Her, her daughter, the heroine.