Back home, Winter is trying to settle back into her routine, hoping for some peace after her recent adventures. However, the arrival of Karina Yoo, the beautiful VIP investor, stirs up unresolved emotions and echoes from her past. Karina's presence...
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"This brat!" I exclaimed, eyes glued to the TV screen where the latest news was rolling. There was my daughter, Winter Kim, all over the screen, and who was she dating? Karina Yoo?!
I felt my jaw drop. "How dare she not share her love life with her own mother!" I huffed, my frustration turning into exaggerated, theatrical stomping. It was as if I were a cartoon character, stomping around the room with all the drama of a soap opera star.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed Winter's number with the urgency of someone who's just discovered their favorite TV show has been canceled. The phone rang incessantly as I paced back and forth, muttering under my breath about the sheer audacity of it all.
Finally, Winter answered. "Hi, Mom," she said, her voice as calm as if she were calling to ask if I needed more milk.
(A/N- was thinking of using the Iphone ID thingy like I did in the previous chapter but I got too lazy >.<)
"Winter, what is this nonsense I'm seeing on the TV?" I demanded, my voice tinged with a stern edge as I paced the living room, the news anchor's words still echoing in my mind.
"W-What exactly do you see, Mom?" Winter stammered, her usual confident tone replaced with a nervous quiver. I could almost picture her fidgeting with her hair, trying to muster up a convincing response.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," I replied, my brows knitting together in frustration. The silence on the other end only fueled my irritation.
"Well..." she hesitated, her voice trailing off as if she was scrambling for an excuse. "Look, Mom, I just got out of a meeting. I promise I'll explain everything to you."
"Fine," I relented, though my tone remained firm. "But you're bringing her to the house. I want to meet her." Without waiting for a response, I ended the call with a decisive press of the button.
"W-Wait!" I heard Winter's voice shouting, but it was too late—the line had already gone dead.
"How dare this brat not tell me!" I grumbled under my breath, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. My anger simmered just below the surface, bubbling up with every second. "What's worse is that she's related to that woman!" I spat out, my voice thick with frustration.
I glared at the TV screen, where Winter and Karina Yoo appeared, both smiling and carefree in the TikTok video. The sight of them, so happy and oblivious, only fanned the flames of my anger. How could she keep something like this from me? My own daughter, parading around with her, as if it was nothing!
I then grabbed my phone, my hands shaking with anger, and called the woman I despised most in the world.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice deep and composed, a tone that only fueled my rage.
