"Eomma! Eomma!" 20 year old Seung-il watched the nurses rush his mother to the ICU.

"Seung-il, nae adeul (my son), look after your father for me." She gave a warm smile to farewell her son and closed her eyes to lay at rest.

"Doctor, please. Save my mother!" Seung-il pleaded, but it was of no use. There was nothing they could do.

"I'll let you stay with her for a while until we get her ready for her parting." This was the least the doctor could do as he looked at the young boy whose eyes were red and puffed up from crying. The doctor paused for a minute, then asked, "Where is your father?"

"I don't have one." Seung-il replied coldly. His "father" was never around and was always to busy with company matters.

"What about another guardian I could contact?"

"He's at work."

"Well if you give me his contact details, I'll arrange for the bill to be sent to his office."

Seung-il handed him one of the infinite business cards he kept in his wallet in case he got into trouble and the victim demanded compensation. "Here you go."

"Your father is the Chairman of Chosun Fashions?!"

"No he's not my father."

The doctor tried to process the peculiar statement the boy had made then decided to leave the boy and his mother alone, "I'm going to head out now. Ask the nurse if you need anything. Have a good day."

Once the doctor left, Seung-il walked over to the window and looked below at the city. It was filled with happy average people. His family had paid almost an entire fortune to help his mother get better. But God had other plans.

"Thankyou Doctor for curing my daughter!"

"No worries. I'll prescribe her some tablets just in case the problem recurs."

"I'm sorry I couldn't pay you upfront. My husband doesn't earn a lot."

"Not a problem, the nurse can help you with installment plans."

Seung-il overheard the conversation in the neighboring hospital bed. His discontent with the average crowd grew further more. He heard footsteps approach him. He figured who it was and did not wish to turn back.

"Did you ever think about us!?" You never visited my mother, but now you're here. Have you got no shame?" Seung-il slowly turned to his emotionless "father". He could nothing other then stare in deep hatred and dislike.

"I'm going to transfer you to the university in Seoul. After your final year, I want you start training at the company."

"My mother just died and all you can think of is hiring me in your stupid company. Are you really my father?" The next thing he knew was that he encountered a hand right on his right cheek, leaving a stinging sensation that was incomparable to the pain he felt when he lost his mother.

"When you want to come home, contact Assistant Han." his father bellow. And with that, he left the scene. Seung-il falls to the ground, bawling his eyes out.

Tomorrow, he would have to leave behind his mother and start a new life. He was going to live differently and no longer be the "perfect" son for his "father".