"And I never expected to see you again till I took my last breath." Seo-yeon folded her arms across her chest with a frown.
"You still haven't left your cold character have you? That isn't what I expected." Mr Yang smirked while shifting his gaze from the vase, looking up at the daughter who he hadn't seen for many years.
"And why exactly would you care? I'm not here to talk about nonsense with you. Tell me the reason you decided to kill my mother." Seo-yeon asked in a furious tune.
"And why would I want to kill my own wife…."
"Wife? Cut it out. If she was your wife you wouldn't have that slut take her place." Just as Seo-yeon finished her sentence, a woman in her mid thirties walked into the hall carrying a baby boy.
"Darling….. Oh, Seo-yeon. It's nice to have you here. What are you doing here?" The woman smiled sweetly but it could easily be told by Seo-yeon that it was a fake smile.
