I think.
“Hm.”
I think again.
“Uuun…”
I want to fold my arms and brood, but that seems a bit much, so for now I just wrung my brain for all it’s worth.
I squeezed and squeezed my thoughts, trying to come up with some way to smash through this situation, and then—
“Hm!”
If there was anything that came to mind from all that thinking—
‘Nothing. This is already screwed.’
Nothing. There’s no way to roll this back. No matter how I think it over a hundred, a thousand times, it’s the same. This is—
‘Screwed.’
Utterly screwed. Cold sweat slid down as I looked at the situation.
Not just me.
“…Madam?”
Gu Seongyeol, who’d been threatening me and squaring off, too.
“…Th-this is…”
And Gu Ryoon, who’d said what he said.
And me as well…
“His son…?”
Jin Yeon-ryeong, who had turned ashen and was staring this way with startled eyes.
“Daeju-nim. What do you mean by that…?”
“Ah, no… it’s just…”
“His son? This Young Hero Baek is…”
With trembling eyes, Jin…