ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 26 || Family

"This is wonderful information, Y/n." There was a gleam of excitement in Yoon Jiwoo's eyes.

Y/n had just repeated what she had heard the previous evening.

"I couldn't understand most of the things," Y/n added.

"So, I just took down notes and texted you last week."

"Yes. My team is decoding most of them. This is truly helpful, especially the pictures you sent."

During one of the house cleaning sessions, Y/n had found some documents and papers lying on the office desk. It was quite risky, but she had somehow sneaked out her secret phone and took pictures of those documents and sent them to Yoon Jiwoo.

"Don't you think Kim will begin to suspect my daughter if his shipments are intercepted by the police?" Y/n's father looked worried.

"As you mentioned before, Mr. Kang, Kim Tae-hyung thinks he's invincible. And like most men, especially the ones who are drunk with power, he most likely considers his wife non-threatening and would never suspect her. Y/n is able to manage getting us information using whatever resources she has. She should continue doing it unless she feels there's a threat."

Y/n controlled the burn in her cheeks and tried not to show anything on her face.

She wasn't ashamed of what she was doing to make the devil let his guard down around her and not consider her threat. But at the same time, she didn't want her father to know she was sleeping with his enemy.

"Can I look at the Home Minister's mansion's blueprint once again?" she asked, trying to divert the topic.

"Sure." Yoon Jiwoo put up the image on the screen and went over what had to be done and what Y/n specifically needed to look out for. "And make sure you are the one handing over the gift to the Choi's," the policewoman reminded.

Y/n nodded. "I will. And I will keep you posted either tonight or tomorrow." She picked up the medium-size figurine which was gift wrapped and kept ready for her.

Going to her father, she kissed his cheek. "I'll see you next week, Dad." He nodded, even though there was worry written on his face.

Letting out a sigh, she stepped out of her father's office room to head home. But before she left, she visited Young-ok.

Young-ok hadn't been feeling well. A twinge of fear and sorrow pierced Y/n's heart at the thought of losing the lively old woman who had been a part of her mother's and her life since their births.

Passing through the side yard, Y/n went towards the staff quarters. Young-ok's home was the brightly colored house which was kept separate from everyone else's.

Y/n knocked on the door.

"Come in, Y/n," a frail voice called out.

Opening the slightly rickety door and making a mental note to send someone to repair it, Y/n stepped in. "How do you always know it's me?" she asked with a smile.

The old woman was seated on the bed knitting something colorful. The wrinkled hands were shaking, but still there was determination in her bright eyes.

"I recognize people by their auras. You and your mother have similar auras."

Y/n laughed and sat next to her on the narrow cot. "How are you feeling now, Young-ok?" she asked. The previous week Young-ok was down with a bad cold.

"I'm fine. Just a touch of a cold and people think I'm already half in the grave."

"You are close to eighty years. Young-ok. You need to take it easy and rest." She gently held Young-ok's frail hand. "I already told you that you don't have to work inside the house anymore. Dad deposited money into your account, and you will receive a pension each month."