“『When I go outside, everyone says I’m Dad’s spitting image.』”
“『Hahaha, really? That’s right. Mm. You’re Daddy’s girl. Our Jioh. My precious treasure, so dear that even if I put you in my eye it wouldn’t hurt.』”
A sharp yet delicately assembled face. Astonishingly similar to Jioh’s.
It just didn’t stand out because it was half-hidden behind glasses and always wearing that easy, affable smile.
Gyeon Taeseong walked this way.
And in that exact moment, Gyeon Jioh realized her own foolishness down to the bone.
‘…I said I’m fine? That nothing would change?’
Bullshit.
She knew the instant she saw him.
How much she had been yearning. How badly she had wanted to see him.
A searing wave surged in.
“『Our Jioh. Did Mom scold you again?』”
“『It’s all because of you, Dad. Because you’re not here. In this house, you’re the only one on Jioh’s side.』”
“『Oh dear, is that so? Then Daddy’s at fault. I’m sorry.』”
“『Hey! Gyeon Taeseong! You keep babying Jioh, that’s why the kid’s like this!』”
“『Ah, then what am I supposed to do? She’s so cute it kills me just to look at her.』”
For the first time, I had someone blindly on my side.
“『How exactly are you teaching this child!』”
“『…I admit the kid made a mistake. But it’s not good for an adult…