The next day
Hyunwoo sat across from Haein in the small, dimly lit consultation room, the tension between them thick as the walls around them. Papers were scattered across the table, filled with legal notes and evidence, but neither of them seemed to focus on the documents. Hyunwoo leaned forward, his voice low but firm. "We need to be honest with each other, Haein. If there's anything—anything at all—you haven't told me, now is the time."
Haein’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and determination. "I’ve told you everything I know, Hyunwoo. I didn’t kill my father."
“All the evidence points to you,” Hyunwoo said, his tone edged with frustration.
“I told you, I didn’t!” Haein exclaimed, her voice breaking with a mix of anger and desperation.
“August 8th,” Hyunwoo continued, leaning forward, “that was the day you asked me to leave for Yongduri because you needed ‘space.’ Did you send me away so you could commit the crime?”
“Hyunwoo, please…not you too,” Haein whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Then tell me the damn truth!” he shouted, his frustration boiling over.
“It is the truth! I didn’t kill him!” Haein cried out, her voice breaking. “What do you want me to say? That I did?!”
"Your handprint was on the knife, his DNA was found under your nails, your blood was found at the crime scene!" Hyunwoo exclaimed, his frustration evident.
"I didn't—" Haein began, then paused. "Wait... did they specify which handprint?"
Hyunwoo looked at her with a puzzled expression. "No, they didn’t specify. Why?"
Haein's eyes narrowed as she thought through the details. "Because I’m left-handed. If the handprint was from my right hand, it could be someone trying to frame me."
Certainly!
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"Your handprint was on the knife, his DNA was found under your nails, your blood was found at the crime scene!" Hyunwoo exclaimed, his frustration evident.
"I didn't—" Haein began, then paused. "Wait... did they specify which handprint?"
Hyunwoo looked at her with a puzzled expression. "No, they didn’t specify. Why?"
Haein's eyes narrowed as she thought through the details. "Because I’m left-handed. If the handprint was from my right hand, it wouldn’t be possible. I injured my right hand when we were hiking two days before the crime; I couldn’t even hold a pen because it hurt. And they said the victim was stabbed with full force, right?"
Certainly!
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"Your handprint was on the knife, his DNA was found under your nails, your blood was found at the crime scene!" Hyunwoo exclaimed, his frustration evident.
"I didn't—" Haein began, then paused. "Wait... did they specify which handprint?"
Hyunwoo looked at her with a puzzled expression. "No, they didn’t specify. Why?"
Haein's eyes narrowed as she thought through the details. "Because I’m left-handed. If the handprint was from my right hand, it wouldn’t be possible. I injured my right hand when we were hiking two days before the crime; I couldn’t even hold a pen because it hurt. And they said the victim was stabbed with full force, right?"
Hyunwoo's expression shifted as he considered her explanation. "If your right hand was injured, that would strengthen your alibi. We need to make sure this detail is highlighted in court."
Haein nodded, her tension easing slightly. "Yes, but we also need to find other evidence to prove my innocence. We can’t rely solely on my injury as proof."
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Broken Promises
Non-FictionHong Haein, daughter of Asia's wealthiest family, commands respect and fear with her icy presence. Despite her high status, she endures a strained relationship with her mother and a somewhat distant connection with her father. Beneath the veneer of...
