"I can't believe this, Haneul. Why did you come? You know that—"
"I know, OP. I just want to go home. I miss you all. I do not—"
"Hey, listen," Haito said after a brief pause. He grabbed his sister's shoulder and looked at the girl. He looked at his poor little sister.
"Mom requires time, and you know how she is, right? Please, for your own sake. Go home, don't come back here for some time. I'm worried about you. "
Haneul melted in the end. Haito was right; it was still clear in her head how her mother's anger exploded that day. She even vowed to throw Haneul out if she didn't want to do what she said. Haneul's mother let her only daughter out of the house and looked for the man responsible for her pregnancy.
"Okay, I'm going home now." Haneul obeyed her brother's words in the end before she and Myung were further humiliated by their extended family.
..
"What are you doing?!" Eunji screamed, finding that the sketch drawing that should be on her desk in an hour had gotten coffee spilled by someone.
She picked up the mustard-paper sketch, and there was nothing to save now.
"You're reckless!" She cursed while shouting at her sister-in-law. Haneul looked down in shock. No one had ever spoken to her so rudely in her life. She was really surprised.
"I'm sorry—"
"Shut up!" Eunji interrupts. All the employees there turned to look at them. "What else do you want to say? What other excuse do you want? Are you nauseous? Do you want to throw up smelling coffee? Did you puke on your stinky clothes? Do you want to throw up when you see my face? "
"Eonni... sorry, I didn't–"
"Who is your Eonni? Did you say that earlier, huh? Did you forget you were dumped by our family? Did you forget that you were in exile? In prison? Don't you ever dare call me that again! "
"Sorry, Sajangnim."
Make the same sketch and have it delivered to my room in an hour! All the sketches must be completed, and I will not tolerate anything this time. "
"No..."
"You..." Eunji looked at Haneul closely. "Take care of yourself. Stop using the excuse that you're pregnant to get preferential treatment. You don't deserve it. You're even carrying a baby from who knows what and insisting on keeping it for no reason. Mind your own business! Go to the first floor if you need a toilet! Don't expect the people's mercy! You should be ashamed! No one wants that bastard in your belly. You have no idea how many people want him dead. You're the only one who wants it so take care of yourself without bothering anyone."
Everyone, there was flabbergasted at the evil words that came out of Eunji's mouth for her sister-in-law. They know Eunji is brutal, envious, and hates Haneul. But no one thought that Eunji would bully her sister-in-law to this extent.
"In any case, all of you, from this second, there is no one to help her. Pay close attention to this warning! "
....
Haneul shuddered when she felt the hairs on her neck prickle. Today was tough for her. After Eunji's behavior at the office this afternoon, it was Myung's turn, who seemed ready to beat her now. The man looked at her with a strange expression, making Haneul uncomfortable.
"So... you have a brother?"
Haneul turned his head for a moment and found Myung just turning the fork he was holding over his carboYeri fettucini.
"Yes, I have one."
Myung lifted his face from the noodle roll. "You have a sister?"
"There is not any."
"Is your brother married?"
"Yes."
"Who's his wife?"
"His wife is the president director where I work."
"How much money does your family have?"
Haneul furrowed his brows in disbelief. Why did Myung suddenly ask him something like that? What's that got to do with it?
"Why do you ask?"
"I just want to know," Myung explained briefly. "You kept so much of it from me last night–I looked like an idiotic young man. I was made fun of by your family. They said I didn't deserve it. They say you shouldn't be looking for me. You can abort your pregnancy. Why did you choose to leave your family clan and live with me? "
Haneul moved restlessly; she looked very uncomfortable. She doesn't like to talk about things like that. Haneul has been too used to covering it up all her life.
"I didn't marry you to be treated like this, Haneul. I think following you will help us together. In fact, behind my back, they secretly labeled me as such. I'm not worthy, I'm bad luck to you and the child you are carrying – mine, they also gossip about. Why don't you just give me a little something about your family? I need preparation. I need to be mentally strong when my pride is trampled on because I accepted their child's demands for marriage. At least tell me! "
For the first time, Haneul had never seen Myung this angry. For the first time, they had a coach debate after a rushed marriage. Haneul knew that Myung had heard something last night that made him angry like this. Which man would want to be humiliated? Moreover, Myung has lived that long and labeled himself a prince.
"Myung-ssi, I'm really sorry for everything. For the words of my family, for everything. I am sorry."
"And you even added to that by leaving me clueless about the child you were carrying."
Haneul was flabbergasted. She never tried to hide or hide the child in her belly. It's just that no one really cared or asked her. Haneul thought that it would be her own responsibility.
That night, with shaking hands, Haneul washed Myung's plate, which he didn't even touch a quarter of. Her heart was numb. It felt like all the blame in this world was being poured out on her. It seemed that anyone who was in a bad mood could take it out on her.