Chapter 23

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Obdam Mansion,

In the sprawling room of the Obdam Mansion, chaos reigned as Lisa's son, Lithan, expressed his frustration. He screamed at the top of his lungs and refused to engage with anyone or anything, including his food.

"Sir Lithan, please, you must eat your food," Namfon, one of the trusted maids who had been caring for Lithan since Lisa's return to Seoul, pleaded with trembling hands. Amanda also had left for her medical mission, leaving the maids to tend to the young boy.

Namfon, cajoling Lithan as if he were the most precious person in her heart, found her efforts entirely disregarded by the child. Despite their best attempts to persuade him, Lithan showed no signs of calming down. The maids were growing increasingly worried that Mr. Obdam would discover the commotion and reprimand the boy.

Fearing for the child's well-being, the maids knew they had little choice but to contact Mr. Obdam. If something were to happen to the boy, they might find themselves shouldering the blame.

Mr. Obdam swiftly arrived, and the maids immediately stepped aside, their heads bowed as if the storm were about to descend upon them.

"What happened?" Mr. Obdam inquired in a low but authoritative voice.

"I don't know what happened, sir. After he woke up, he was looking for Ms. Lisa. I told him not to look anymore, Ms. Lisa wasn't here, and we don't know when she will come back. After I finished speaking, he started to rampage," Namfon explained.

Lithan's daily search for Lisa had become a routine, but this time, it felt different. He seemed to sense that Lisa might be leaving him forever, and it had sent him into a frenzy of despair.

Upon learning of the situation, Mr. Obdam approached his grandson with determined steps.

Witnessing his grandfather's approach, Lithan immediately retreated with wariness in his eyes. He held a cautious and aversive stance, showing that he was not willing to be stopped, not even by his grandfather.

Mr. Obdam halted three steps away from his grandson. He spoke in a calm and steady tone, "When the maid told you that Lisa wasn't here and she won't come back, that's exactly what she meant. It's like when your grandmother passed away, she left us and never returned. Do you understand?"

It was in these moments, facing his grandson, that Mr. Obdam found the patience to communicate and impart his wisdom.

The maids remained silent, though they were taken aback by what they had heard. They knew better than to interfere, they also felt a deep sympathy for the boy but understood there was little they could do. Following Mr. Obdam's orders, they quietly retreated to their respective duties.

Lithan's screaming briefly subsided after hearing Mr. Obdam's explanation. He withdrew from the scene, resting his head against the windowsill, refusing to engage in conversation.

Observing this, Mr. Obdam turned and departed, allowing the boy his time and space to process the difficult lesson he had just received.

In the evening, the vast living room remained chillingly silent. An old man and a child sat across from each other at the dining table, their expressions mirrored the coldness in the room.

Mr. Obdam, his voice commanding, said, "Eat your food." Lithan, however, remained unresponsive, ignoring the directive. Mr. Obdam's patience waned as he declared, "I'm telling you this for the last time." Still, Lithan showed no sign of yielding.

Mr. Obdam's voice grew more forceful, as he asserted, "Do you believe that this sort of childish hunger strike would work against me?"

"Baba..." Lithan mumbled, his lips quivering as if attempting to stifle his tears.

"Prevent those tears from falling if you want to avoid my displeasure. While you're here, I don't want to hear that word. You should only keep your mom and me in your thoughts, as we're the only ones who genuinely love you."

Upon hearing this, Lithan, filled with anger, defiantly pushed his food away and let out a frustrated sigh.

Mr. Obdam summoned one of the maids and gave her a directive, "Take Lithan to his room with his meal and lock the door."

The old man couldn't help but ponder, "So, hunger strikes do seem to have an effect on him after all."

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