Feeling Lucky

too late

In the tense atmosphere of the room, Ji-yeon's anger erupted into action as she turned her focus on Bibi. "You!" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal him away from me?"

Bibi's eyes widened in shock at the sudden aggression, her hands instinctively rising to shield herself. "Ji-yeon, please," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "This isn't helping anyone. Let's calm down and talk about this."

But Ji-yeon was beyond reason, her emotions driving her to lash out with reckless abandon. "Talk?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "What's there to talk about? You've already taken everything from me!"

Jackson moved to intervene, his voice firm as he tried to diffuse the situation. "Ji-yeon, stop this. This isn't like you," he urged, his eyes pleading with her to see reason.

But Ji-yeon's anger only seemed to escalate, her fists clenching at her sides as she glared at Bibi. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she snapped, her voice filled with bitterness and resentment. "You're the reason we're in this mess in the first place."

As the tension in the room reached a breaking point, the sound of approaching sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of the police. With one final, desperate plea, Jackson called out to Ji-yeon, hoping against hope that she would listen before it was too late.