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"Why can't I come?" Kyung-sam asked. "Myeong-o used to drive me sometimes. He called me Captain."

"You're too young for a funeral, honey," Yi-jae bent down onto her knees so she was her son's height. "Funerals aren't something fun. They are for mourning a passed one. When you are older, you can come to a funeral. But right now, you won't enjoy it, okay?"

Kyung-sam gave in, "Okay..."

"Hey, don't worry," Yi-jae smiled at her son. "You get to have a playdate with Ye-sol while Mun-hee and I are at the funeral."

Kyung-sam beamed with delight. "Do I have to keep protecting her?"

"Hmm?" Yi-jae asked.

"Appa told me to protect her," Kyung-sam explained. "He said is she's ever being picked on or hurt, I have to protect her."

"No, you don't have to protect her today," Yi-jae shook her head. "Just have fun with her today, okay?"

"Okay," Kyung-sam smiled.

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"Will Dad be there?" Mun-hee asked.

"He was Myeong-o's boss and friend, so it's very likely," Yi-jae nodded. "We don't have to talk to him or sit with him, though."

Mun-hee nodded, "I just wanna see him one last time before the divorce is finalized. What's he getting, by the way?"

"He'll still have his golf club and Siesta," Yi-jae confirmed. "But he won't have custody of you or your brother. If he wants to visit you, he'll need to go through a few trials to prove he is a good father. And my bank shares will belong to only me."

Mun-hee nodded, "Will you join us in the UK? Grandpa finished packing yesterday."

"I'll join you once everything here is sorted," Yi-jae nodded, reassuringly rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "I promise. You can also come back here whenever you like. I'm going to give you a laptop as well so you can video chat with your boyfriend."

Mun-hee's eyes widened slightly. "You know about him?"

"His mother found out about you first," Yi-jae chuckled as they approached the funeral reception. "She saw you riding on his bike with him to school. Next time, wear helmets, okay?"

"So... you're okay with us?" Mun-hee asked.

"Honey, if I wasn't I would've made you stop seeing him ages ago," Yi-jae smiled. "Just don't tell your father. He'll freak out."

"Not planning to," Mun-hee chuckled.

The pair sat at a table by themselves but could feel Jae-jun's eyes burning into their skulls. They never looked over at him, as that would be a sign to go over and try to speak to them.

Drama happened quickly, however. And not because of Jae-jun.

"What's this?" Sa-ra stammered, realising what the video sent into the group chat was. "Who sent this? There's no way that dead fucker sent this, so who did?!"

Sa-ra's loud demands caught everyone else's attention.

"That's not you?" Hye-jeong asked, taking back her phone. "Those eyes sure look like yours. Those inebriated eyes."

"I said it's not me," Sa-ra continued to deny. "Why the hell are you so excited about? It's not me! Turn it off, you fucking bitch!"

Hye-jeong dodged Sa-ra's attempts to grab the phone, continuing to watch the video. "This is so freaking hilarious. You laughed at others being screwed over, but now that it's about you, it's not so funny?"