âJae-Hyun!â In-Ha panickly called and they all hurried towards the room.
âWhatâs happening?â Dan-Han asked as he hurried towards the room flung the door open, but he was stopped by the nurses and doctors who trooped in.
He turned to Jae-Hyun who looked like this was unexpected, and who was already receiving a death stare from In-Ha.
Receiving such cold stares from his best friends, Jae-Hyun must admit this was the only time he regretted his profession. Being the doctor of a woman loved by your two friends wasnât what he sighed up for. The pressure was too much. They have both been breathing down his neck, and it was getting unbearable. Dan-Han was more than enough, but throwing In-Ha into the mix took it a notch higher.
Jae-Hyun looked at both men. âWeâve been able to identity the substance, weâll start treatment immediately.â He informed them before striding into the room.
Dan-Han and In-Ha watched with hanging breath when it seemed something was wrong with Eun-sun. Dan-Hanâs eyes darted towards the monitor, and he realized her vitals were rapidly decreasing.
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SONG-HEEâs HOUSE
âWhy are you looking sad? Did that brat come here again?â Byung-Hun collapsed by Song-Heeâs side.
A wry sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head.
Byung-Hun knowingly smiled and dipped his hand into his pocket. âI know what you want. I brought some.â He said, pulling out a small cellophane with white substance in it. He enticingly dangled it before her eyes.
Song-Hee stared at it, and sheer struggles coated her eyes.
âI know you want it. Itâs good.â Byung-Hun dipped his hand into the cellophane and placed a finger by her nose. Not being able to hold back and slowly being overwhelmed with her urges, she sniffed in the substance and shut her eyes as she basked in the euphoric effect of the drugs.
Byung-Hun sheepishly smiled. âI told you itâs good stuff.â He sounded pleased with himself. He pulled his hand away when Song-Hee tried snatching it from him.
âI need a few cash.â He told her.
âCash? I donât have.â She said while Byung-Hun frowned. She sighed when she saw his displeased face.
âWhat about that little bitch? Wasnât she supposed to send money two days ago?â
âWell she didnât, and I donât think she should send me anymore.â
âWhy?â Byung-Hun frowned even more deeply.
Song-Hee sighed. âTheyâre asking for her parents.â She picked up an almost empty bottle of beer on her table and gulped it down.
âWho?â Byung-Hun curiously inquired.
âMy...ex husband, and that scary man who seems like her boyfriend.â
âAre her parents rich? Do you know them?â He asked.
Song-Hee stared at him when he seemed to be overly curious.
âI...â She turned towards the door when she heard a knock. Opening the door she was surprised to see a brown envelope at the door post.
She looked around but there was no one. She picked it and closed the door. She was skeptical in opening it, but she did when she saw her name written in that familiar hand writing she had would always recognize.
âWhatâs that?â Byung-Hun sauntered over, thoughts of it being money ruled his heart and he snatched it from her.
Song-Hee watched him bring out some photographs from it, and he rupt out in laughter. âThat little bitch has finally gotten what she deserves.â He cackled.
âWhat do you mean?â Song-Hee snatched the envelope and the pictures from him. Her eyes widened when she saw the who was in it.
Byung-Hun lit up a stick of wrapped marijuana and stared at her while he continued laughing, but Song-Hee seem to be dazed by the pictures.
âYour little bitch is finally going to die.â He laughed even more wickedly. He was yet to forget what Eun-sun did to him. She had broken his head with a bottle months ago before moving out of the house. To him, death was what she deserved for what she did. He would have killed her himself had he laid hold of her. Though he was disappointed it wasnât money, he was more satisfied with this.
Song-Hee was shocked beyond words when she saw Eun-sun. She looked at the other picture and a small note fell from it.
She picked it up. It read...
âShe was once your little girl. Our princess.â
Song-Hee looked at the pictures again. A memory of her little princess flashed through her mind, but it quickly disappeared before she could grasp it. Those were memories she has buried these past ten years.
âWhat? Are you sad?â Byung-Hun asked when saw her pathetic countenance.
She looked at him and honestly replied, âI donât know,â before looking at the picture again. There was an indescribable feeling in chest. Was it sadness?
âCome and have this. Itâll liven up your mood.â He walked back to her and led her to seat before giving her the weed, but she was too dazed to smoke it.
âIs she going to die?â She muttered out, while Byung-Hun retrieved his weed.
âWhy should you be bothered about that? Donât forget what that boyfriend of hers did to you.â Song-Hee looked at as she remembered the torture she had gone through. She hasnât forgotten that.
But she looked at the picture again. Eun-sun looked almost lifeless. Those tubes hanging over around her were sort of scary, but remembering all she has been through because of Eun-sun, she thought maybe Byung-Hun was right.
Maybe this was her Karma.
âDo you remember her parents?â Byung-Hun thoughtfully asked.
Song-Hee suspiciously looked at him.
He shrugged. âMaybe we can inform them about her death, and if theyâre rich, we can get something good from them.â He widely smiled.
âWhy do you think theyâre rich?â
âWell, only rich people try to get rid of illegitimate children.â He reasoned. He fully turned to Song-Hee. âTell me do you know who they are? This can be a good opportunity, and you can get settled for all the hardship, eh?â He wriggled his brows.
Song-Hee fell silent for a while before looking at the T.v. âI saw him on T.V yesterday, the man who gave her to me. They had same eyes, and I think he just visited the country.â
âReally?â Byung-Hun was utterly surprised. He passed the remnant of the weed to her, which she accepted.
âThen my dear, we might have just hit a jackpot!â