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Something was amiss. She had heard Eun-sun’s conversation with the assassin, and she’d be a fool to dismiss what they had said as nothing.

Eun-sun seemed aware of what she was talking about, and the man had reacted accordingly. Why else had he hesitated when he was at an advantage? She was only an adopted child; hence she could be a disposable casualty in this war, but somehow things had played out differently in a way that confused her.

Eun-sun observed the intent look on Mi-Cha’s face as she kept staring at her. She tried to still the guilty and rapid blink of her eyes.

“Are you telling me the truth?” Mi-Cha suddenly asked after a few seconds of prolonged silence, and Eun-sun bobbed her head.

“Yes,” She lied again, but Mi-Cha kept staring at her.

She resignedly sighed after more seconds of silence and intent staring elapsed. “I hope you’re telling me the truth. Because for some reason, I think you’re lying to me, but I will trust you. I can trust you, right?” Mi-Cha raised a brow as she asked.

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Eun-sun peered at the girl, all ready to give a responsive and convincing bob of her head, but something stopped her. Something in Mi-Cha’s eyes told her the girl needed more than a vague mechanical response. She wanted sincerity and honesty.

Eun-sun sighed heavily in her heart as she slowly nodded. “You can trust me.” She said, and Mi-Cha nodded.

They both remained silent as they kept staring at one another when a soft hiss reverberated through the room, drawing their attention towards the body on the bed.

“Dan-Han?” Eun-sun urgently sprouted to her feet as she turned to him, her body leaning towards him with her face barely inches away from his face, while her hair framed each side of his face.

“Honey, are you awake?” Eun-sun desperately called out to him, her palm cupping his face as her eyes searched him.

Her heart skipped when he sighed and slowly fluttered his eyes open.

The sight of her face warmed his eyes the moment they flickered open, and the lovely scent which he only got from her hair was there lingering in his nose.

“Oh my god, Dan-Han.” Eun-sun threw herself at him with excitement and relief, her tears rolling down her cheek and touching his face.

A soft grunt eased off Dan-Han’s lips when Eun-sun crushed down on him, her weight slightly pressing on the place where he felt much pain.

Eun-sun instantly jumped off him when she heard him groan. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She hurriedly apologized, her eyes darting toward his stomach.

Dan-Han sighed when he saw the remorseful look on her face. “It’s nothing. Come here,” He beckoned on her, but Eun-sun hurriedly shook her head.

Dan-Han turned towards Mi-Cha, who was standing beside him.

“It’s nice to see you’re fine,” Mi-Cha said. Though her tone was cold, there was some fondness or maybe relief lingering in her voice.

“I’ll go call the doctor.” She said and turned towards the door. Dan-Han’s gaze followed her till she was out of the room before shifting to Eun-sun, who was holding his hand and staring at him.

“You didn’t cry, did you?” He asked, and Eun-sun shook her head as she subtly tried to hide her sniffing.

“Liar.” He smiled as he tried pulling her down to him, but Eun-sun refused.

“Dan-Han, you’re injured, be careful.” She warned him, but he faintly smiled at her.

“It’s just a gunshot. It’s not the first time I’ve been shot before.” He humorously said, but he instantly regretted it when he saw the horror that overtook her face.

“You’ve been shot before?” She asked with incredulity that Dan-Han hesitated to answer that question.

He sighed as he slowly pulled himself up. “You shouldn’t move-”

“Eun-sun, calm down. You don’t have to worry. It’s nothing.” He told her as he sat up despite the pain around his midsection.

Eun-sun’s gaze hardened at him. “This isn’t nothing, Dan-Han. I was scared.” She tried not to snap at him. Did he even know how restless she had been when she waited at the precinct? Or how she had almost died of shock when she was told he had been shot? Or how she has been praying for him to wake up for the last two hours? He didn’t know!

Dan-Han wearily sighed when he saw the anger in her eyes. He shifted to a side of the bed and gently pulled her hand so she could sit next to him.

He cajoled her into laying her head on his chest, and despite his assurance that she wasn’t hurting him, Eun-sun stiffly let her head rest on his chest.

“You scared me.” She said as she began to sob.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He softly apologized. He wiped the tears rolling down her face. “Stop crying. Else I’m going to cry too.” He said, and Eun-sun snorted.

“You’re incapable of crying.” She told him matter-of-factly.

Dan-Han cocked a brow at her. “Who said?” He questioned.

“Me,” Eun-sun replied as she tried to sniff back her tears.

“That’s nonsense.” He told her. “I’m just as capable of crying as you are. When we get married, and you have our baby, and I hold you both for the first, I’m going to cry a river. You wait and see.” He said with a smile, while Eun-sun couldn’t help but thoughtfully look at him.

How could he joke at such a moment when he had just woken up? She didn’t understand this man. This attitude of his was the reason why she had deemed him indestructible.

She hissed as she looked at his stomach. Though it was currently hidden under the hospital shirt he had on, she could make out the part that was injured because of the slight budge caused by the bandages, and she had also looked at it earlier while he slept.

“Does it hurt?” She inquired, and Dan-Han shook his head.

“Not at all. What about you?” He asked, looking at her arm, which had a plaster on it.

Eun-sun gazed at what he was looking at and shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt. It didn’t even get stitched. It’s a superficial wound.” She told him, but Dan-Han’s face was already darkened.

“I don’t want a cut on you, and I can imagine this is more than a cut.”

“It’s not.” She refuted when she saw how angry he was getting.

“That fool should be grateful he had a swift death. I’d have slowly bled every drop of blood in him till his heart gave out.” He drawled.

Eun-sun blankly looked at him as she tried not to blink. The intensity at which he had said those words made her feel like he would have done it had he been given a chance.

“Where’s Tae-Ho?” Dan-Han asked, and without being told, Eun-sun knew he was referring to the scary man who had taken charge of things since Dan-Han got injured.

But before Eun-sun could answer, Tae-Ho stepped in, trailing behind a doctor and Mi-Cha.

Dan-Han gazed at him before letting the doctor check his vitals and confirm that he was okay.

“You were very lucky, Mr. Lee. The bullet had almost hit a dangerous spot, and it would have been impossible to take it.” The doctor said with a smile, trying to inform how close he had almost been to death, but all he got was Dan-Han’s lethal glare, especially when he felt Eun-sun stiffen in his arm.

“Thank you,” Dan-Han curtly said, and the man hastened out of the room, but only after informing Eun-sun to have him fed.

“Since you’re fine, I’ll return to my dad’s room. We’ll talk about him when you’re fully rested.” Mi-Cha told him. She turned to Eun-sun, who also looked at her.

“You shouldn’t hide away from him. It will help if you come to stay with him too. I’ve informed mum about his accident, but only that. She’d be here soon, and she’d need our support.” Mi-Cha said to Eun-sun, who silently looked at her.

Mi-Cha awaited some response, but when it seemed Eun-sun didn’t know what to say, she sighed. “I’ll wait for you.” She said before walking away.

Dan-Han glanced at Eun-sun before staring at Tae-Ho. “What happened to him?” Dan-Han asked, making Eun-sun stare at him as she wondered who he was asking about.

“Taken care of.” Tae-Ho tersely replied, and Dan-Han frowned. He turned over to Eun-sun when he observed her interest in their conversation.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?” He asked, even though he already knew she hadn’t. He knew she wouldn’t be able to eat after all that had happened, and he doubted she even ate the lunch he had ordered before leaving the hotel. Long before now, he had always known she had a talent for staying hungry, hence the gastritis problem she had suffered before.

“I’m not hungry, but I should get you something.” She said, and Dan-Han nodded.

“Get something for you and me. I’m not eating without you.” He said, and Eun-sun nodded. She knew Dan-Han was only using this as an excuse to get her out of the room so he could freely talk with Tae-Ho, but she also wanted him to eat, so she hastened out of the room.

Dan-Han turned to Tae-Ho the moment Eun-sun closed the door behind her. “I want him sent in a box to Yong-Gun.” He said, and Tae-Ho nodded.

“What about the idiot that shot you?” Tae-Ho inquired.

“Let him be for now. We’ll get to that later, but tell him the chairman’s situation.” Dan-Han demanded, and Tae-Ha immediately informed him about Ki-Jun’s condition and second surgery.

“My best guess is that they’re going to sabotage his surgery. The chairman might not come out of the theatre alive.” Tae-Ho told Dan-Han, who fell quiet as he blankly stared into space.

“Most likely.” He absentmindedly replied.

“Then what should we do then? Do you want me to call master Mo? If this surgery is to go without complication, you need someone who would not be compromised.” Tae-Ho told him, but Dan-Han remained quiet for a while before speaking up.

“Not necessarily.” He said, and Tae-Ho frowned. “If they want him dead, then let’s kill him.”