“My daughter? Why?”

“I want to join hands with you, again.” He told in a business type tone.

“But why are you asking for my daughter?” Dad asked once again, looking for answer.

“I need some weakness of yours, so you wouldn’t run away from anything.”

“I'm never going to believe you, I'm not going to believe you for the second time.” My dad almost growled.

“What would you do Mr.Park? Would you let your company just go on bankrupt?”

My dad just kept silent. He was dumbfounded, wondering what to do. I could see him panicking.

“Dad, sell me away, join hands with him.” I whispered trying to be strong.

“Dara-yah..”

“DAD! I said sell me AWAY!” I said trying to hold my tears.

**

“You…”

“Are…”

“Marrying…”

“My…”

“Son…”