Yongsun was in the middle of a crisis, and she couldn’t decide what to do about her husband.

And one of her biggest difficulties was that she didn’t feel comfortable talking about it with her best friend, since Moonbyul was involved in the situation.

The black-haired woman was also embarrassed to look for Wheein and Hyejin once again in such a short time.

Although the brunette wasn’t the kind of person who felt like opening up about her problems with people apart from her former wife, that was in fact an emergency and she thought it was better to look for her parents and rely on them.

To her surprise, Yongsun found her son visiting his grandparents, and she also noticed that her mother was too dressed up to stay home.

__ Oh hi, Yongsun-ah. I was asking just Jun-su how you were doing.

__ Hello, omma. Good to see you well. But why I am the last person to know my son is here?__ The black-haired woman asked without sign of anger.

Jun-su smiled like a kid who was caught stealing candies and spoke sweetly:

__ Sorry, mom. Grandma called and asked me to get a cab to come here ASAP and you had gone out. I tried to reach you but I guess your phone is not ok. So I left a message on the fridge door.

__ It’s okay, sweetie. I am just surprised.

Mrs. Kim cleared and said:

__ Imagine MY surprise when I heard there was a new member in the family and none of us knew her. That’s why I asked your son to drop by. He needs to meet his baby sister, and your father and I are dying to see our new granddaughter.

__ Which granddaughter, mom? As far as I know, Yonghee and I didn’t have any new child.

The older woman raised her eyebrow:

__ You know very well what I am talking about. Byul-yi is my daughter too. And you must be the silliest woman on earth to keep wasting time.

Rolling her eyes, the brunette asked:

__ Does Byul know you are paying a visit? 

__ Yes, I called her last night. Of course, I have manners, girl. Unlike some people.

Yongsun pouted:

__ Wow! This is how you treat me now, huh? Thank you for the welcome. Byul is really lucky to have mothers.

Mrs. Kim hugged her daughter and smiled:

__ Of course I am just kidding, silly. Anyway, do you want to go with us? Although I am sure that YOU already know your daughter.

__ Ommaaaaaa! Stop it!__ Yongsun protested.

Jun-su giggled and tried to hide his laughter, but his grandparents saw it and also laughed.

__ Good lord. 3 kids trying to meet a 4th.__ The brunette rolled her eyes.

__ Come with us, Yongsun-ah. This way you keep the children under control.__ Mr. Kim smiled.

The black-haired woman didn’t resist and smiled too.

__ Appa...

Her father drove them to Moonbyul’s apartment, and the brunette felt her heart skipping a beat at the moment her former wife opened the door while holding the 8-month-old baby.

Dasom was already smiling at the brown-haired-woman, who used a baby voice to greet her guests:

__ Hi Omma. Welcome, Mr. Kim. Come inside,