Meet Lalisa Manoban, known to the world as LISA, a top supermodel with a deep dislike for men who cross the line.
But everything changes when she meets a mysterious man-one who carries an air of danger and power. She has no idea that this encounte...
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The hospital room feels like a second home over the past two days. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was both a comfort and a torment, each pulse a reminder of Jungin's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers gently brushing through his hair, willing him to wake up.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence. I turned to see Jennie standing there, her eyes filled with concern and determination.
"Jennie," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You came."
"Of course I did," she replied, crossing the room to embrace me. "You didn't think I'd let you go through this alone, did you?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I clung to her. "I didn't want to burden you."
"You're never a burden, Lisa," Jennie said firmly. "Now, tell me everything."
We settled into the stiff hospital chairs, and I recounted the events that had led us here-the business struggles, the accident, the overwhelming fear. Jennie listened intently, her hand never leaving mine.
As we talked, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I glanced at the screen to see Rachel's name flashing.
"Answer it," Jennie urged. "It might be important."
With a sigh, I picked up the call. "Rachel, now's not a good time."
"I understand,Ma'am...," Rachel's voice trembled slightly. "But there's an investor interested in meeting with us. It's JJeon Company."
My heart skipped a beat. Memories of past entanglements with JJeon flooded my mind. "No," I said firmly. "We can't accept their help."
Rachel pleaded. "We're in a dire situation. This could be our only chance to save the-."
"I said no," I replied, my voice steely. "We'll find another way."
I ended the call and turned to Jennie, who was watching me with a worried expression.
"JJeon Company?" she asked softly.
I nodded. "I can't, Jennie. Not after everything."
Jennie sighed, squeezing my hand. "I understand your hesitation, but maybe it's time to put the past behind you. For Jungin's sake."
Her words lingered in the air as I stared at my son's peaceful face. Could I really let go of my pride for his sake?
The hours dragged on, and Jennie grew increasingly concerned about my well-being. "You need to rest," she insisted. "Go home, shower, eat something. I'll stay with Jungin."
"I can't leave him," I protested.
"Lisa," Jennie said sternly, "you're no good to him if you collapse. Go home. I'll call you if there's any change."
Reluctantly, I agreed. The drive home was a blur, my mind consumed with worry. Stepping into the house, the silence was deafening. Jungin's toys lay scattered across the floor, a stark reminder of his absence.
