Joon Su, usually the calm and collected one, felt his control slipping. His jaw tightened, the muscles working as he fought to keep his composure. He had always been the one to smooth things over, to find the path of least resistance. But now, he felt a raw anger bubbling up, threatening to spill over. His voice, when he finally spoke, was tight with barely restrained fury.
"Why, wife? Why must it always be your decision? We have followed you through everything, trusted you blindly. But this... this is too much."
Kyung Ho stepped forward, his movements stiff and jerky with suppressed emotion. Though mute, his eyes spoke volumes.
They were a storm of unvoiced fury and anguish, pleading with her to reconsider, to see the pain she was causing.
