I hope you die.

I spat out those words filled with resentment and couldn’t fall asleep.

[I can’t stand being in that house. Your scent is everywhere… Honestly, it was too painful. If there’s a reason, it’s one of the reasons…]

What on earth is she saying?

Eunjo tossed and turned, pondering Jaeha’s words.

Of course, having stayed at his house for a while, especially in the room she used, there might be a unique smell or the fragrance of cosmetics.

However, Eunjo doesn’t usually wear heavy makeup, and she doesn’t use perfume.

She enjoys applying fragrant hand cream, but it doesn’t leave a lingering scent for a long time.

“…….”

Above all, it was Jaeha’s eyes when he spoke those words that bothered her.

He seemed like someone wandering through a dream.

How much did he drink?

As she changed her body’s direction again, she heard the sound of a child crying.

Daon was crying, lying on the blanket, looking startled.

“Sweetie, it’s okay. Mom’s here.”

Eunjo calmly moved the blanket aside and carefully moved so as not to startle the child.

No wonder he seemed listless during dinner.

She took out a new blanket, laid it on the floor, and moved the child, who vomited on the bed, but he vomited again.

He was sweating, and his face was pale.

Even though nothing was coming out, the child continued to retch, starting to sob.

So, Eunjo, who supported a high pillow behind the child’s back and covered him with a blanket, faced the direction of the adjacent room.

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“Do you have a car? Where did you park it? Can you lend it to me?”

“What’s going on at this hour? The car is right below, but…”

“The child is sick.”

“What?”

Jaeha’s face changed as much as Daon’s.

“It’s not surprising; it’s not urgent enough to call 119, but I need a car. We might have to go to the emergency room.”

“Let’s go together.”

“You’ve been drinking!”

“I’m not drunk. I haven’t had anything since this morning. Still, you drive; I’ll hold the child.”

If Mina were there, who knows, but…

“Okay… then.”

It would be obvious that it would be insufficient to carry the bag and the child together.

Holding the collapsed child in his arms, Jaeha seemed thoughtful. He soon seemed to be out of breath.

“Daon’s face is too pale! Eunjo, speed up! He’s shaking a lot.”

“I’m doing my best; I’ve experienced this before. He’s more sensitive than you think. It’s my fault; this afternoon, in front of the child, I got too excited… Don’t worry; it’ll be okay.”

Eunjo glanced at Jaeha in the rearview mirror, frowning.

She briefly regretted not just calling a taxi, but she was relieved that he was holding the child firmly.

Jaeha was seen leaning close to the child’s face.

It was clear that he was checking if the child was breathing.

“He won’t die from a cold. Just keep holding him like this. We’ll arrive soon.”

“Is it because of the Jajangmyeon? I didn’t stop him from eating too much… Sorry.”
“Don’t die from this. Just keep holding him like this. We’ll arrive soon.”

“Well… It’s because of the black bean noodles, right? I didn’t stop him from eating too much… I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I didn’t do it on purpose. Kids are like that.”

“…….”

“After being sick like this, he’ll grow taller again.”

Although Eunjo muttered as if it didn’t matter, Jaeha’s face, which had turned pale, showed no signs of returning to normal.

Jaeha had left the emergency room, but he was on the phone with Secretary Kang in a place where the mother and child could be seen.

Eunjo, who didn’t know when he had prepared, was wiping the child’s body with a warm towel soaked in water.

Although he didn’t realize she had a separate bag, Jaeha, looking at her composed self, felt a mixture of emotions.

It was too sad, yet a corner of his heart was warm, and various complex feelings collided and intertwined.

[Even though I didn’t intentionally overfeed him, I still looked like a fool.]

“Yeah, it wasn’t on purpose. No need to blame yourself.”

Someone once said that when it comes to love and hurt, the one who received it suffers, not the one who gave it.

I’m not sure if that’s true.

Watching Jaeha, who didn’t know what to do, Eunjo thought of the affectionate and young him.

Yeah, we were young and immature.

It was a painful ending, but cursing him wouldn’t change anything.

The old memories that keep coming back when I resent him only corrode my heart.

“Don’t stay there. Don’t make things difficult for many people, especially yourself, by doing things that don’t suit you.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Yeah, please let me worry less! Why do I have to worry about that too!”

When Eunjo lowered her voice and reproached Jaeha, a mature doctor with a few wrinkles appeared, hurriedly approaching with three young doctors.

Just in case—maybe—no, indeed.

“Representative Kwon!”

The white-haired doctor bowed first and then extended his hand.

“Oh, Director Park.”

Regardless of his appearance, the original Kwon Jaeha, with his arrogant posture and voice, easily returned.

I must be crazy.