Hwan's POV
"Park Jungwoo?"
I awkwardly looked between Hannah and her father as he addressed me by that name. "No, Sir. My name is Park-Lee Junghwan. My father was Park Jungwoo."
"Unbelievable!" the grey-haired man exclaimed, shaking his head in shock. "What a small world!"
Confused, I raised a brow. "You knew my father?"
"Knew him? He was one of my best friends back in my internship days in Korea! I can't believe you're his son! You look just like him!"
Before I could respond, he threw his arms around me in a tight embrace. "Tell me, how is my old friend? I lost contact when I left South Korea."
Letting me out of his hold, he smiled down at me, expectantly awaiting my reply. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his stare, I averted my gaze. Clearly, he didn't know what happened to my father and I didn't want to be the one to tell him.
It would hurt me as much as it would hurt him.
"Why so quiet, son? Is he okay?"
