Hi! I'm back but I'm still in doubt. To my nana unnie, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Anyeong! 😄

Mrs Yoon narrowed her eyes to the poor girl in front of her. The girl bit her lips in discomfort. The woman in expensive outfit cleared loudly.

" Do you know why I ask you to come here?" Mrs Yoon let her voice came out as cold as possible.

" No, umma," Jaesoon said. Mrs Yoon laughed arrogantly and made Jaesoon flinched in the process.

"Don't you dare to call me 'umma'. Please~. Look first where are you standing and where are you sitting at. My son and you! are DIFFERENT! You should know that better," the woman said without any mercy. Jaesoon looked down to her feet. She tried hard to swallow the lump in .

" I'm sorry. I mean... I don't know, Mrs Yoon. I don't know why did you call me to come here," Jaesoon said with shaky voice. The woman in front of her smirked.

" You know... I want you to leave my son," she said earning a soft gasp from Jaesoon that didn't reach her ears.

" and... You also knew.. That my son didn't love you anymore... So I'm trying to be easy on you," Mrs Yoon paused and looked  sternly at the girl.

" I want you to leave Korea."

DooJoon sighed for the umpteenth time. He walked soullessly around the town, just to kill the time. He didn't know why he felt not right. He didn't know? He DID know why...but..he