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Tong
Wait.

But Yook boarded the plane just a few minutes after me.







Garun
The principle is simple.

Saying they boarded just a few minutes after.

Because with minutes, it's probably not the same airline.

Making the gates far apart or even in opposite directions.

Just this would deceive someone like you, who doesn't like going out or meeting people, so you wouldn't know and wouldn't have to walk for sure.





Damn... Garun... besides having knowledge, he imagines everything before even ding-donging it out. He answers everything like he experienced it himself.




Petch
What about the gardener?






Garun
You must be afraid that he would break the agreement, right?

Looking at the gardener from the photos Petch provided, he seems like a man who was in the same frame as the deceased.

They must have been very close.

I think I understand your motive now.


Dan
Just confess.






Yok
....umm

It was me.






Tong
You fucker!






Yak
Please calm down!




Tong, who was ready to escape, was stopped just in time by Yok.






Yok
I just.... Love mom.

The kind of love that Mom always taught me about.







Petch
Is it really that, Yok?

That's our mom!





Yok
You're the one who should shut up the most, you know that?




Tears slowly began to fall from Yok's eyes.






Yok
Because you're talented, you're good, you're perfect at everything.

That's why Mom hated me.






Petch
Yok...






Yok
Six years after you went to study with your father, brother Tong went to study abroad.

Do you know what I had to face?

That woman chained my legs just because I wanted to go out and play with friends instead of reading books

Using a stick that was barely bigger than my leg, she smacked it repeatedly.

With the sentence:

"Mommy hit you. It hurts. But mom hit you because of love."

So why, why would I tell you I love you?
Some can't.

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