I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 178
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 178
Secretary Park took out his mobile phone from his inner pocket. He was about to look at the incoming photos when he received a call.
“You couldn’t meet him?”
Secretary Park, who had left the director’s office and was standing with his back to the door, waved his hand at approaching employees asking if he needed anything. They sat down.
Secretary Park continued his call with the doctor while holding the phone to his ear. He confirmed what he had just heard.
“He was on the second floor until this morning. What do you mean?”
The doctor’s bewildered voice continued over the phone.
[So everyone is searching now. But it seems he’s not in the house at all.]
As if to prove the doctor’s words true, chaotic noises from the living room could be heard mixed in over the phone. Secretary Park ended the call and then examined the received photos.
Han Seung-jae, who had already heard an investment proposal presentation in the morning, was visibly displeased. Moreover, his mood was still not much different now. So Secretary Park, who had to go in and relay what he heard from the doctor, was truly at a loss.
Secretary Park entered the director’s office and approached Han Seung-jae, who was sitting at his desk.
“I spoke with the doctor.”
“Oh?”
Han Seung-jae didn’t even look up. Secretary Park placed the phone he was holding on the desk. But Han Seung-jae continued flipping through documents with the same attitude. Until he heard Secretary Park’s next words.
“It seems they couldn’t see him.”
Han Seung-jae’s hand stopped, and he raised his head. His cold eyes fell on the phone Secretary Park had put down.
“I think you should look at this first.”
Before Secretary Park finished speaking, Han Seung-jae took the phone and looked at the photos. They showed Seo I-Kyung leaving through the iron gates with a pale face. And Seo I-Kyung’s attire was identical to what Han Seung-jae had seen in the study the day before.
Han Seung-jae’s eyes turned sharp as he gripped the phone as if to crush it. Seo I-Kyung’s sorrowful voice brushed past his ear.
— I want to leave this house now.
***
Chae-eon Foods, Managing Director’s office.
Department Head Jin Seok-young, sitting at the sofa table, looked at his repeatedly ringing phone with a disgruntled expression. The name appearing on the screen was an unwelcome one from the morning. Somehow, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be all good news.
Jin Seok-young put the phone to his ear and leaned back on the sofa.
“Secretary Park, you’re calling from the morning, what’s going on?”
Although it was already noon, Jin Seok-young asked like that. Managing Director Jin Tae-won’s gaze turned towards him. He was looking at documents while smoking.
Suddenly, Jin Seok-young jumped up.
“What did you say?”
The ash from Jin Tae-won’s cigarette fell on the document, leaving a black stain. Managing Director Jin Tae-won frowned. But Jin Seok-young raised his voice as if in disbelief.
“What do you mean our Seon-yoo stole something?”
Managing Director Jin Tae-won took the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray. As he did so, he habitually took out a new cigarette.
“Secretary Park! There seems to be a big misunderstanding. My brother Seon-yoo is not someone who would steal other people’s things.”
Jin Seok-young cut off Secretary Park’s words and poured out what he wanted to say. He couldn’t just listen to Jin Seon-yoo being falsely accused. He wasn’t taking Jin Seon-yoo’s side just because he was his brother.
Of course, he primarily trusted Jin Seon-yoo’s words, but at least Jin Seon-yoo had never touched other people’s belongings. Not only during his school days, but anyway, he had grown up without lacking anything his whole life.
There was no need to steal from others; he could just buy things with Jin Tae-won’s card and be done with it.
“Tell Director Han clearly. Our Seon-yoo didn’t steal anything from that house. I’m hanging up.”
Jin Seok-young ended the call. Having received an unwelcome call from Secretary Park in the morning was not enough; now seeing his brother Jin Seon-yoo being treated like a thief made his blood boil.
“What’s going on that you’re having such a noisy conversation?”
Jin Tae-won lit his cigarette with a lighter and puffed on it deeply, hollowing his cheeks. Zing- Jin Seok-young looked down at his phone ringing again. The screen showed the name of Secretary Park from Myeongjun Financial Group.
Finally pushed by Jin Tae-won’s gaze, Jin Seok-young put the phone to his ear. He couldn’t just not answer the call.
“I’ll go check right now, so be prepared to apologize for misunderstanding our Seon-yoo.”
Jin Seok-young finished the call with Secretary Park and added to Jin Tae-won:
“Apparently Seon-yoo took something from Director Han’s house.”
“What are you talking about?”
Managing Director Jin Tae-won’s voice was sharp.
“So you see why I can’t help but be angry?”
Jin Seok-young immediately called Jin Seon-yoo on his phone. The dial tone rang for a long time, but no matter how long he waited, Jin Seon-yoo’s voice didn’t come through.
“Is he still sleeping? I’ll go home now and check.”
Jin Seok-young strode out, circling the sofa. There was no need to check in the first place. But he couldn’t ignore Secretary Park’s call either. Secretary Park’s call must have been on Han Seung-jae’s orders. So the only option was for Jin Seok-young to see for himself and question the circumstances.
Jin Seok-young drove quickly, grumbling, and soon arrived home. As he entered, he said to a passing person:
“Where’s Seon-yoo now?”
“He hasn’t come down from upstairs yet.”
Jin Seok-young ran up the stairs quickly, taking two or three steps at a time. He flung open Jin Seon-yoo’s room door.
“What time do you think it is, still sleeping…”
Jin Seok-young’s angry words trailed off, and his mouth gaped open.
Jin Seon-yoo, who had been standing by the bed, panicked and came to the door, pushing Jin Seok-young out.
“Ah, hyung! I told you to knock. How can you just open the door and come in like that!”
“You…”
Jin Seok-young was dumbfounded, at a loss for words. He stared at Seo I-Kyung sitting leaning against the top of the bed. Jin Seok-young doubted several times if what he was seeing was correct. But Seo I-Kyung’s figure wasn’t a mistake. No matter how much he blinked, he didn’t disappear.
“Get out quickly! Go out and talk to me.”
Jin Seok-young staggered out the door, pushed by Jin Seon-yoo’s struggling effort. Jin Seon-yoo reached back to close the door and lowered his voice sharply.
“I-Kyung is sick right now. Speak quietly. He can hear everything inside.”
Jin Seok-young’s mind was muddled with the conversations he had just had with Secretary Park floating around.
— He said to return what you took to its original place.
— I’ll go check right now, so be prepared to apologize for misunderstanding our Seon-yoo.
And recalling Seo I-Kyung’s appearance he had just seen with his own eyes, Jin Seok-young muttered with a gradually ashen face:
“What was taken wasn’t an object, but a person?”
Moreover, not just any person. Jin Seok-young quickly moved to handle the situation.
“Just take him back quickly. Director Han said to return him now.”
“He’s sick and can’t walk right now.”
“Where? Then shouldn’t we call a doctor? No, take him back right away. Or put him in my car. I’ll take him back now.”
The more he spoke, the more Jin Seok-young’s face contorted in disbelief. Not only was Seo I-Kyung married to Han Seung-jae, but he was also carrying Han Seung-jae’s child now. Rumors about it being a son, an alpha, were already widespread. Even Jin Tae-won was pondering what gift to send.
And now that Seo I-Kyung was sick here of all places. This was a real disaster. If something happened to him, Director Han wouldn’t stay quiet. And Jin Seok-young couldn’t help but keep Jin Tae-won in mind too. Jin Tae-won was someone whose actions were faster than words.
Knowing this fact, Jin Seon-yoo said as if pleading:
“Don’t tell Tae-won hyung that I-Kyung is here. Just for a while. Okay, hyung? Are you listening to me? He’ll leave after he recovers a bit.”
“Where is he sick?”
By now, Jin Seok-young’s confused voice had shrunk to almost nothing. Jin Seon-yoo drew a clear line.
“If you tell Tae-won hyung, I’ll never talk to you again.”
Jin Seon-yoo finished speaking quickly, widening his eyes and frowning. It looked almost like a threat.
“Seon-yoo…”
It seemed like such a ridiculous threat wouldn’t work, but it hit Jin Seok-young perfectly. Despite his rough exterior, he yielded to Jin Seon-yoo. Jin Seon-yoo ignored Jin Seok-young trying to speak and opened the door. Looking at Seo I-Kyung leaning against the top of the bed, his heightened mood suddenly sank.
He had received Seo I-Kyung’s call in the morning, driven out, and brought him here from standing on the street. Seo I-Kyung was wearing only a thin shirt, holding his cold hands to his mouth.
Just from that, Jin Seon-yoo could tell that Seo I-Kyung had given the painting and declared a farewell.
So he couldn’t send Seo I-Kyung back to that house.