Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 25

Rose's pov

Dr. Hwang called security and had both Jongseong and me expelled from the hospital.

As the suspicions raced through my mind, I became more and more curious about his. What did the surgeon think of the situation?

"Jay?" We were back at his car. He got in without answering. I followed, slamming the door behind me. He cracked his knuckles, a nervous habit. "Tell me what you're thinking. You swore you would."

He leaned back, turning his head slightly to me.

My hand grasped his chin, forcing his eyes to meet mine. We were just a few inches apart, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheeks. "You don't want to know." My thumb and forefinger pressed into his skin, creating two painful dimples. His face twisted in discomfort, but he didn't yield.

"You're right, I don't just want to know... I need to know." We weren't discussing a minor mistake; we were talking about a young girl suddenly deprived of her organ transplant. And as fate would have it, my husband still appeared to be involved.

"Jaeyun brings back a stranger who's no longer breathing, and the lung meant for Lizzie vanishes. If this isn't related to organ trafficking, then what the hell is it?"

I released him. He was thinking of the thesis that I refused to believe. Stealing is not trafficking. Well, whatever...

"You don't give a new lung to everyone who stops breathing." I snapped back, anger taking over.

Jay closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and started the car. "Who said the young man had both his lungs before arriving at the hospital? You can live with one." I watched him drive out of the parking lot, my eyes wide with realization. It was possible that Red Bandana had received the stolen lung to support the only one he had left.

"That means your fellow surgeons and doctors like Hwang are accomplices?" He nodded. I started trembling. "And what about the compatibility of the graft? If it was, it's crazy."

Jongseong was about to turn onto the main road when my husband cut him off. The windows were tinted, so he didn't see us. But where was he going?

"Follow him," I ordered.

Jay shook his head. "No, we're going to the police. I refuse to be complicit in the mess he caused at my hospital," he said firmly, steering the car away from where my husband had gone. "Cops won't help. We'll get ourselves killed twice as fast by going to them," I shot back. He ignored me, pressing harder on the gas as we sped down the road.

If doctors and surgeons could be corrupt, I suspected that some policemen were too. Obviously. Any criminal activity starts where the cops aren't, whether it's on purpose or not.

Jay gave me a sidelong glance as I crossed my arms, my face scrunched up in an unflattering grimace. "I have enough gas to drive around the city," he said, watching my expression soften. I loved night drives. "But in exchange, you have to tell me everything from the beginning."

"We're not going to the police station after this, I'm telling you." I sank into my seat, closing my eyes. He let out a little grunt, a sign of annoyed agreement.

"So. It all started with Jungkook..."

I had to hold his hand—not literally—to recount the whole story down to the last detail.