I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 187
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 187
Min Ra-hyun felt awkward as his voice trembled excessively. Han Seung-jae looked down at Min Ra-hyun as if pinning him down.
Min Ra-hyun fearfully surveyed the blood on Han Seung-jae’s face, suit, and hands. The more he did so, the more his body trembled like an aspen leaf. He didn’t know this ruthless side of Han Seung-jae.
Did Seo I-kyung know this side of Han Seung-jae? Was he maintaining their marriage while knowing this? Thoughts branched out in a thousand directions, tangling wildly in Min Ra-hyun’s mind. However, crushed under Han Seung-jae’s gaze, he soon couldn’t think at all.
“Seon-woong acted on his own. It has nothing to do with me. I just…”
Min Ra-hyun had no time to think deeply. Just Han Seung-jae standing straight and looking down at him made his knees weak. Then Min Seon-woong, who had been rolling on the floor clutching his eyes, raised his head. He seemed to look at Min Ra-hyun, then lowered his hands covering his eyes and contorted his face. Min Seon-woong got up using both hands on the floor and ran away.
The strong men chased after him. Min Ra-hyun’s voice, left behind as if abandoned, shrunk.
“I just… said I-kyung was there…”
“You just said it? Yet something happened.”
Han Seung-jae finished the sentence. Min Ra-hyun touched the floor. However, he didn’t have the strength to stand up like Min Seon-woong had just moments ago.
“That’s right. That’s how it is!”
Min Ra-hyun now openly shifted all blame to Min Seon-woong. With him not present, there was nothing to hold back.
“Seon-woong on his own…”
Seeing Seo Dong-hu behind Han Seung-jae, he couldn’t even speak properly. He just kept muttering that he had nothing to do with Seo I-kyung getting hurt. It has nothing to do with me.
“Really?”
At Han Seung-jae’s words, Min Ra-hyun nodded emphatically. He grasped the wrinkled carpet. Han Seung-jae reached out his blood-stained hand. To Min Ra-hyun, it looked as if that hand was coming towards him. However, Secretary Park, who had been standing by Han Seung-jae’s side all along, placed a handkerchief on that hand. Han Seung-jae wiped his blood-stained hand. Watching this, Min Ra-hyun murmured.
“I won’t say anything to I-kyung. I won’t say a word about what happened here.”
Min Ra-hyun thought Han Seung-jae’s attitude seemed to have softened compared to earlier. He judged that his claim of not having done anything had been accepted. However, Han Seung-jae, after wiping his hands, threw the handkerchief onto the carpet.
“You won’t be able to say anything anyway.”
“…”
Min Ra-hyun couldn’t hear Han Seung-jae’s voice clearly. It was because of Seo Dong-hu’s screams mixed in as he writhed on the floor.
“I didn’t hear what you said.”
Han Seung-jae came closer and bent his upper body. So that Min Ra-hyun could understand better.
“You just spoke, but Seo I-kyung almost died.”
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…In the bluish dawn, Seo I-kyung, lying on the hospital bed, let out a groan between his teeth.
“Ugh.”
It felt as if something had burned his chest area. Seo I-kyung raised his heavy hand to the searing pain that felt like his skin was burning. The IV line attached to his wrist swayed. Seo I-kyung slowly opened his eyelids at the sensation of bandages touching his fingertips. An unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
Seo I-kyung blinked several times. The hospital room was constantly surrounded by a bluish light. Clank. A small sound of metal touching reached Seo I-kyung’s ears. It was slow but very repetitive. As if drawn, Seo I-kyung’s head turned to the right. Only then did he vaguely see the silhouette sitting in a chair beside the bed.
Except for the clanking metal sound seemingly coming from his hand, the face of the person-shaped figure wasn’t clearly visible. However, Seo I-kyung could tell it was Han Seung-jae.
Not only because of the weight emanating from him, but the hospital room was filled with the scent of white wood. Somehow, it felt difficult to breathe. It wasn’t just because of the pain coming from his chest area.
“Are you awake?”
A clear yet low voice disturbed his ears. Han Seung-jae was still asking like that, his body relaxed in the chair. Even though he had seen Seo I-kyung groan and move his hand to stroke his chest area.
Seo I-kyung opened his mouth, then bit his lower lip. It was because Han Seung-jae leaned forward, pulling his upper body. A deep shadow fell on Seo I-kyung’s pale complexion. Then Han Seung-jae’s features, which had been vaguely visible, suddenly seeped into his eyes. Han Seung-jae, wearing a dark-colored suit, exuded a chilly atmosphere.
“…!”
Han Seung-jae’s cold eyes were slightly creased. Even without looking at his eyebrows, it was clear his mood wasn’t good.
There was much to guess. Despite him saying he would come early, Seo I-kyung had hidden the pocket watch necklace and left that house, hadn’t he?
Han Seung-jae reached out. He grasped the back of Seo I-kyung’s hand that was on his chest area. His long fingers, cold as ice, wrapped around. Seo I-kyung’s fingertips curled and stiffened.
“Are you afraid I might ruin this hand too?”
Han Seung-jae spoke as if he had seen through Seo I-kyung’s thoughts. Seo I-kyung’s left hand, already lying on the hospital bed, was in a cast. Even his shoulder to chest was wrapped in bandages.
“Should I just ruin it? Then you won’t be able to paint.”
At Han Seung-jae’s self-deprecating words, Seo I-kyung relaxed his hand. Judging by the lack of force in Han Seung-jae’s fingers holding the back of his hand, he didn’t seem to intend to harm him.
No, even if he were to harm him, Seo I-kyung had no choice but to accept it defenseless. Just breathing felt like his chest was being crushed, and his left arm in a cast couldn’t move as he wished, making everything equally burdensome. His right arm, which could be considered intact, was held by Han Seung-jae.
“I was thinking of getting angry when we met.”
Seo I-kyung’s eyes flinched. Whether he knew this or not, Han Seung-jae’s low voice added:
“But I’m not angry.”
Then Han Seung-jae placed what he had been holding in his hand onto Seo I-kyung’s palm.
“So I was in a bit of a dilemma.”
“…”
The metal wrapping around his palm was something Seo I-kyung knew. The pocket watch necklace. Surprised by the sensation in his palm, Seo I-kyung fixed his eyes on Han Seung-jae. This must have been the object making noise in Han Seung-jae’s hand all along.
Before Seo Dong-hu barged in, Seo I-kyung had been planning to leave the house to meet someone. If he hadn’t suddenly encountered Seo Dong-hu, he would have surely met the person Kwon Ki-jun had mentioned.
The conversations between Kwon Ki-jun and Jin Seon-yoo fluttered chaotically in Seo I-kyung’s ears.
―Today at 7 PM.
―Mountain? How much did they say the amount was?
―They said they’d decide after meeting in person.
―After seeing it directly?
―A car will come to the front of your house. They said only Seo I-kyung should get in. They don’t like being late for appointments, so be careful not to be late.
Finishing his recollection, Seo I-kyung curled his fingers around the pocket watch. Was Han Seung-jae the one who said he would buy this? Did Kwon Ki-jun go to see him with this that day?
The thought suddenly struck him that Han Seung-jae’s mood might be so unpleasant because he knew he was trying to sell this. Was that why he was going to be angry?
Strictly speaking, Han Seung-jae was the one who had paid for it at the auction. He had merely put it in the studio, but Seo I-kyung had taken the expensive pocket watch necklace, which could fit in his pocket, when leaving the house.
However, as if to quiet Seo I-kyung’s confused mind, Han Seung-jae released his hand that he had been holding.
“I’m not usually someone who’s late for appointments. But I was a bit late.”
By now, the bluish light in the hospital room had faded, and morning sunlight was streaming in. Han Seung-jae’s eyes traced from the bandages wrapped around Seo I-kyung’s exposed shoulder to his chest area, the blanket covering his stomach, and down to his wrist in a cast.
“Since you got hurt because of me, I’ve decided to take responsibility.”
Seo I-kyung stared blankly at Han Seung-jae as he continued speaking. Han Seung-jae’s cold and heartless lips parted.
“Let’s go home.”
Seo I-kyung didn’t answer. He had a strong desire not to go there. Min Ra-hyun would be in that house. He didn’t want to return to such a place anymore. He had even painted a picture for Han Seung-jae and said it. That he would leave that house.
Moreover, Han Seung-jae must know that he had received help from someone else while painting that picture. Yet he made no mention of it.
“…”
As if breaking the silence flowing between the two, the hospital room door opened. The attending physician, entering, said in surprise:
“Director Han, when did you arrive?”
The attending physician had checked on the sleeping Seo I-kyung several times until late at night.
“You should have said something. I would have come up right away.”
The attending physician had been on standby. He couldn’t relax for a moment, fearing the hard-earned opportunity before his eyes might fly away.
However, Han Seung-jae still had his gaze fixed on Seo I-kyung. Soon after, the attending physician brightened up seeing that Seo I-kyung had regained consciousness.
“You’re awake. I’m so glad that both the baby and you are safe.”
The attending physician smiled broadly, seeming genuinely happy. Soon after, noticing the chilly atmosphere flowing in the hospital room, he became cautious.
“Um, I’d like to check the wound.”
He had come in to disinfect Seo I-kyung’s sutured skin wound. Because he was pregnant, he couldn’t use medication recklessly. So preventing it from worsening was the best option. He also wanted to check if Seo I-kyung had regained consciousness.
The attending physician unwrapped the bandages from Seo I-kyung’s shoulder to chest area and lifted the gauze. While checking the sutured wound, he continued treatment. As he did so, the attending physician’s hands were trembling slightly. It was partly due to the gaze watching from behind, and partly due to Seo I-kyung’s appearance as if he was enduring pain.
The attending physician changed Seo I-kyung’s bandages and bowed to Han Seung-jae. Suddenly, the attending physician’s eyes fell on Han Seung-jae’s hand. There were scratches on his fingertips. The attending physician carefully asked:
“Shall I treat that for you?”
However, Han Seung-jae didn’t even give him a glance. Soon the door closed and only the two of them were left in the hospital room. Seo I-kyung’s hand kept moving towards his painful chest area.
Han Seung-jae slowly got up.
“If you’re going to run away, try to do it well this time.”
Seo I-kyung’s head turned from his shoulder to the opposite side. Han Seung-jae added, as if kindly reminding him:
“Though I’m not sure if it’s possible.”