"I won't die poor and powerless!" she declared, her voice trembling with determination.
"Then sell your soul to me," he whispered, his lips curling into a sinister smirk, eyes gleaming as he watched the desperation flicker in her gaze.
In a world wh...
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chapter ten || Victim ||
Min Yoongi's voice was heavy with urgency as he confronted Seokjin in the hospital chamber. The sterile, clinical setting seemed out of place for the storm brewing in his mind.
Seokjin looked up from his desk, startled by Yoongi's abrupt entrance. "What happened, Mr. Min? What brings you here at this hour?"
"I need to see Dr. Hana. I need to talk to both of you," Yoongi said, his tone brooking no argument as he took a seat, eyes sharp and demanding answers.
Seokjin's frown deepened. "My wife is at home. It's my night shift. Why do you need us?"
Yoongi's frustration was palpable. "Dr. Seokjin, I know you and your wife are close to the Park family, but something doesn't add up. There's a discrepancy, and I need to understand it."
Seokjin's confusion only grew. "What are you talking about?"
Yoongi's gaze was piercing as he spoke. "In 2020, Y/N was admitted to this hospital for a miscarriage. And she—"
Before Yoongi could finish, the chamber door swung open again, revealing Jimin. His face was a mask of worry and exhaustion, adding to the charged atmosphere in the room.
Yoongi turned sharply towards him. "Why are you here, Jimin?"
Jimin's eyes met Yoongi's, a mix of confusion and dread swirling in them. "I came to find out what's going on. Yoongi, what's this about a miscarriage? I don't understand."
Seokjin's face went pale as he looked between Yoongi and Jimin. "What's happening here?" he stammered, glancing at Jimin and then back to Yoongi.
Yoongi's expression was hard as he addressed Seokjin. "You and your wife are hiding something. If Jimin knew nothing about the miscarriage or the pills, then who is lying? Is it you, Seokjin, or Hana? Or is there something you're not telling us?"
The tension in the room was thick, each person grappling with the weight of their secrets. Seokjin's eyes darted nervously as he tried to maintain his composure. "I... I don't know what you're implying, Yoongi. I assure you, everything has been handled according to protocol."
Jimin's face was etched with pain and confusion. "What protocol? If there's something you haven't told me, I need to know. Now."
Yoongi's gaze never wavered. "If there's any truth to what Yoongi says, it will come out. I need answers, and I need them now."
As Yoongi left the hospital, the chill of the early morning air contrasted sharply with the heated exchange that had just transpired. Jimin's anguished cries and the shattering of old wounds echoed in his mind as he made his way back to his office.
