Mr. Seo Ji-Sub arrived early the next day at Incheon International Airport. Ara and the Jungs went to pick him up. He seemed really upset when he heard that his daughter was shot at her company's event. Ara had to calm him down because he wanted to sue everyone involved. Instead of going straight to see his daughter, they went with the Jungs to have breakfast at the hospital until visiting hours.
The Jungs were a bit nervous because Ara would have to be honest about his daughter's condition. They were already uneasy about their son meeting the strict and fierce French ambassador.
Seo Ji-sub was a tall, intimidating, and highly intelligent man who doesn't tolerate nonsense. His work exposed him to dangerous situations at his consulate, and his prominent political family made him a French elite. He was born to a French-Korean father, Seo Eliot, a former Minister of Foreign Affairs, and a French mother, Claire Dubois, who was a prominent judge.
The Jungs briefed him on Noémie's condition. He was horrified but surprised to learn that he would soon become a young grandfather.
"Savais-tu que Noé est enceinte ? Je ne savais pas qu'elle était dans une relation sérieuse? Did you know that Noé is pregnant? I didn't know she was in a serious relationship," he asked, staring intensely at Aeras' weary eyes with an accusing tone.
Ara sighed, exasperated "Pour la cause de Ji-Sub ! Noémie est adulte. Elle ne me l'a pas dit non plus. Elle l'a découvert il y a quelques jours seulement. Ne nous disputons pas à ce sujet. Sa condition ne mettra pas en danger sa santé. Elle nous dira qui est le père et quelle est leur relation. Of the cause Ji-Sub! Noémie is a grown-up. She didn't tell me either. She just found out few days ago. Let's not fight about this. Her condition will not jeopardize her health. She will tell us who the father is and their relationship."
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