It had been a sudden fainting spell, but everything was handled swiftly and without a hitch.
Deceiving Mrs. Park’s eyes, and shutting the mouths around them.
All thanks to having issued a stern warning in advance that Mom must never find out.
With the state stepping in, lying wasn’t all that hard.
Under the long pretext of a program titled State-Supported Trauma Treatment for Victims of “Nightmare March,” arranged by the Center at a national hospital, Jioh was admitted for a lengthy stay.
Because of that, the place where she met outsiders was usually the play-therapy room in the pediatrics ward.
Jioh spoke, bored.
“You’re supposedly number one in Korea at control, right, Mister?”
“That’s what they say?”
“Yeah. How’d that happen? Honestly, you don’t look that overwhelmingly strong.”
“Not as much as you.”
“I’m first overall, so you can’t…