"What do you mean?" Myung responded quickly. "She's your daughter after you almost lost her? Where were you yesterday? When I called you... "
Myung breaks his sentence and chooses to swallow it whole, even though it makes his throat hurt absurdly. He wanted so much to shout, curse, and drive them away. But even in this chaotic atmosphere, the two people in front of Myung still didn't lose control. Both looked very intimidating and seemed to have everything in their hands. He might even provide a spare life for his daughter.
"You must not know that the day that Haneul became like this, it was because your mother threw a porcelain bowl into her stomach."
Myung frowned, he turned his head and looked at his mother-in-law who was trembling with anger with tears in her eyes. Fear and anger were clearly in her eyes.
Lies....
