C39 - You Missed A Great Lady

The owner turned around testily and almost broke out swearing until he saw Sandara Park face. The dust that covered her body and the messy hair didn’t change the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous.

Then the owner remembered about his restaurant and lost interest in appreciating beauty.

“This old hag was the one that caused the accident. If I don’t go after her, you want me to go after you? Do you want to pay for her?” The owner sounded extremely pissed off. He waved his hand and dust flew up again.

Sandara looked at the restaurant owner, and then at the disheveled old lady. Dressed in the clothes of a house servant, the old lady with a wrinkled face was still shaken by the accident and apparently flabbergasted.

“I can call my grandson. He will come, and he will pay…” The old lady took out a phone, but the screen was shattered, and it wouldn’t turn on. “Crap! I don’t remember my grandson’s phone number. It’s saved in the phone, I can’t remember…The phone number of my house… I thought I remembered them all…but…” The old lady was anguished, hitting her own head repeatedly, “Why can’t I remember…”

To Sandara Park, the old lady in front her reminded her of someone she knew. If she remembered it correctly, her maternal grandmother would be the same age as this old lady. When Sandara Park was a kid, every time she visited her maternal grandma, she would make handmade noodles for her. Ever since her mother’s affair, the Park Family cut off all communication with Sandara maternal family and didn’t allow her to keep in touch with her grandma. Sandara really couldn’t recall the taste of those noodles, or the face of her grandma, but seeing the old lady made Sandara feel a strange yet familiar feeling and made her heart ache a bit.

“Don’t you pretend, old woman! If you don’t have money, you can’t leave!” The owner said harshly, not the caring about the lady’s age or the unreasonable method of payment.

Even though Sandara Park didn’t know the old lady, she thought that she must be someone’s grandma, and must have her own children and grandchildren. Therefore, she decided to help the old lady on behalf of her family, also as a way to find closure with her own grandma.

The more restless the restaurant owner became, the more scared the old lady felt. The owner was losing patience and reached out to grab the old lady before being blocked by Sandara.

“What are you doing? Mind your own business!”

Sandara sneered at the owner, “Are you going to play rough with an old lady?”

“What has it to do with you? Save your saint bull and get lost! My shop was destroyed, you’re telling me she doesn’t have to pay?”

“You are right about getting paid for your loss, but if you lay hands on the old lady and something happened to her, not only will you not get paid, you may get yourself in some real trouble.” Sandara Park  pushed the owner’s hand back with a smile, “We’re a civil society now and you are a grown man. Why are you still using such primitive methods to solve problems?”

The restaurant owner was stunned by Sandara Park argument. He looked at the old lady’s shabby clothes and the car she was driving. She didn’t seem like anyone important; rather, she looked like a housekeeper who was out getting groceries. The owner didn’t take Sandara words too seriously, but he didn’t want to lay hands on the old lady anymore.

Sandara Park saw that the insurance decal on the car’s windshield looked new. So, she climbed inside of the car and found the vehicle registration booklet and the commercial insurance card that was inserte