Well, there was no need to wonder as I was thinking it all wrong. He looked at me as though I was a piece of rejected art piece that will never make it begun the dump.
I guess that was what I was to the man. He looked very much in good health which meant I was worrying about him for reasons I clearly shouldn't have.
He thought he was building up an heir that would lead his hospital to the height he dreamt of as I would become a dream protector that was not a bad idea to me and I never thought otherwise but I fell in love and found my dream to chase.
"Father," I smiled and called out to him.
I had no reason to hate the man because I was sure that I would not be any different from him if I never met Tae-sung. The king was the person who made me different from becoming the man my father is.
