“Minyoung, you have to rest.” There was worry laced in Kiseop’s voice.

“Yeah, Minyoung needs rest.” Kiseop furrowed his eyebrows. When did she address herself in third person. “But I don’t.”

“What are you saying? Are you crazy?”

“I might have been, Kiseop. But now, I am pretty sure I am clear headed.” She let out a weak chuckle.

“Minyoung, you are not going anywhere.” There was love hidden under the commanding tone of her husband. “Youngshin has been crying when you were unconscious.” Minyoung worried looked around for her son. “Atleast stop for him.” She found him sleeping on the couch further away.

“I can’t stop. I am doing it for him.” Minyoung struggled to get up, wincing at the pain from the wound on her leg.

“Minyoung…” Kiseop warned, gently pushing her back to the bed.

“Kiseop, don’t. You are hurting me.” She glared at him.

“As if you are not hurt yourself to begin with.” She softened at the saddened eyes.

“I am just going to Youngshin.”

“I will call him here.” Kiseop pulled himself together to walk to his sleeping son. “You just rest.”

“Is Minyoung noona okay?” The young boy asked Jia in concern. And he was not the only one looking to Jia in concern. The whole crowd was looking at Jia for her answer.

“She will be fine.” She pressed her lips together and patted the boy. “Let’s do this for her atleast.”

The young boy nodded and ran off to the musician to start the mob.

“Is eomma okay now?” Youn