Ashma closed her eyes and gulped. Tears were falling from her eyes, non-stop. No matter how much she wiped them, her cheeks would get wet again. She didn't want to call him her father but was ready to acknowledge all the struggles he had in his life. Now, she understood why Young-Jae didn't like him.
First, he fell in love with a foreign national, next, he wanted to marry her, third, he didn't finish his studies. Fourth, he never told about his child to Young-Jae, he found it on his own and that resulted in his heart attack. He was ready to leave his father because of her.
She got up, locked the door and ran upstairs. She went up to the terrace to find Young-Soo and apologise to him. But he was not there. He had already gone to his room. She lowered her head with defeat.
"I need to control my anger. Why do I act like an idiot when I get angry? Do I need to go to therapy? I think so," said Ashma to herself and facepalmed, hard.
