Ch 225:
The elderly man made his way toward the memorial tent set up for the citizens. At that moment, Yu Eun-ho and Yu Yeon-seo emerged from the art museum. The reporters who had been waiting for the siblings quickly raised their cameras, but they were stopped by Joo Sung's security team.
"Excuse me..."
The siblings approached the elderly woman and cautiously began speaking to her. The elderly womman looked up at them, appearing nostalgic.
"Hello."
"...It's been a long time."
Given that they had lost touch after the death of Lee Hee-seo, the elderly woman's manner was polite yet distant.
"Please come this way."
"I was just planning to observe quietly..."
"Since we've met like this, I can't just let you leave without a proper talk."
The siblings led her to a quieter spot. People nearby glanced curiously at the elderly woman, wondering who he was.
"You've really grown up."
And you look so much like her. She looked at the siblings' faces with fascination. He lingered particularly on Yu Yeon-seo's face, and seeing tears welling up in her eyes, it seemed she was reflecting on the likeness to her own daughter.
"I'm sorry for coming without any contact all this time..."
"We understand."
Seeing the elderly woman wiping away her tears, Yu Yeon-seo hesitated and then spoke.
"Grandmother"
Upon hearing this title, the tears flowed even more freely. Park Hwa-yun, the elderly woman, wept bitterly in front of her two grandsons whom she had not seen for a long time.
When her daughter, who had married into a wealthy family, returned as a cold corpse, her husband died of a heart attack. Thus, she lost both her husband and daughter simultaneously.
To make matters worse, her daughter's death was ruled a suicide. She poured her grievances onto her son-in-law, Yoo Geon-min, and the Joo Sung family, severing ties with them. Although she missed her two grandsons, she had been in such despair that she could not think of anything else at the time.
"Do you have a place to stay?"
"No, it's alright. I'll just be on my way like this."
But later, the truth about her daughter's death came to light. It was reportedly uncovered thanks to her grandsons. She was filled with self-loathing for having directed her anger at innocent people and now felt so ashamed that she wanted to hide in a mouse hole.
"Please, visit father for a moment."
The siblings quickly went to find their father, and Park Hwa-yun looked around at the multitude of people filling the square. Everyone was there to pay tribute to her daughter. She observed her daughter on the large screen and her grandsons calling for their father from outside.
"I will support you from afar."
Yes, that's enough. Park Hwa-yun quickly moved away.
"...Where did she go?"
"Has anyone seen her here?"
In the empty space left behind, the siblings sighed in frustration.
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Jung Da-hee, the writer who participated in 'Dreaming' with Yoo Yeon-seo, had just finished working on the script for a drama currently airing on JSTV. She opened the conference room door with a tired face.
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