The Mo Residence
The Mo family study was silent. Not peaceful silence, but the kind that pressed down on your chest.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
Mo Han stood in the center of the room, his phone still in his hand, the screen lit with headlines he couldn't escape even if he tried.
Ji Eun's face.
Ji Eun's voice.
Ji Eun rejecting everything.
Publicly.
Because of him.
Behind the desk, seated like a judge passing silent verdicts, was his father.
Mo Seongjun.
Cold.
Composed.
Unyielding.
"…Say something," Mo Han muttered finally, raking a hand through his hair.
The frustration in his voice barely masked the turmoil inside him.
His father didn't look up immediately.
He simply turned a page of the report in front of him.
Then...
"Do you realize," he said calmly, "what you almost lost today?"
Mo Han laughed bitterly.
"Ji Eun," he said immediately. "I know."
His father finally looked up.
"No."
That single word cut through the room.
Like a blade.