Irsa felt empty and cried in her husband's arms, wondering why they had only pain in life. One after the other, somehow, sufferings come knocking on the door.
"Do you think we should tell the truth at some point? Someone might find out about it." Isra leaned in her husband's arms.
"It will destroy Min Jun. Let me be the despicable man. I don't want my son to get hurt even if I lose everything. I deserve it anyway." Wang Ji Hoon sat his wife down on the sofa and poured her a glass of water.
"Do you think we should tell the truth at some point? Someone might find out about it. What if someone else told Min Jun about it." Isra held her husband's hand and asked softly.
"It will destroy Min Jun. Let me be the despicable man. I don't want my son to get hurt even if I lose everything. I deserve it anyway." Wang Ji Hoon sat his wife down and poured her a glass of water.
