"You don't understand, I need to go back." Moonbyul sighed in disappointment.
"And what? Stay there until this ridiculous trauma leave they invented ends? Byul, baby, you can't just leave like this. Can't you see? That's what he wants!"

It was the third week of her leave and Moonbyul was so desperate to work that she decided to go in her christmas locker and find the old files of her dad's case.
She would spend days and nights reading and rereading all archives, analyzing suspects profiles and trying to remember all minimum details that could help her to proceed with the investigation.
Yongsun took three days off to keep Moonbyul to go and immerse herself on those files but as soon as she left to work on the fourth day, she knew that would happen.

Moonbyul turned to Yongsun, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You know something." Her voice was weak, almost like a whisper.
Yongsun sat by her side, holding her hands. "I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to tell you."
"Tell me what? That I'm under investigation too?" Moonbyul's shaky voice echoed in the kitchen.
"So you know."
"I just need to know why." Moonbyul finally broke down, falling on Yongsun's arms.
"That superintendent, that old creep disgusting arrogant man. He worked with your father. He decided to take the suspects to the court again. You're under investigation on your dad's ca-"
"What? How?" Moonbyul cried mercilessly.
"You did nothing wrong baby." Yongsun held the younger woman tightly. "But still, they're