When The Phone Rings / The Call You Just Made Is

Chapter 63 Exhausted

"Can't I say something harsh to my mother?" 

"You..."

"Mother uses her daughter for her own status, can't I do the same?" 

"…..."

"If you want to do it, do it fairly!"

The elder sister who was dozing next to her was woken up by the loud noise. In-ah instinctively stood between the two, but it was no use.

Hee-joo's anger has been going on for a long time, and even In-ah was overwhelmed by her momentum.

"Mom doesn't like me." 

"…..."

"I know, as a continuation of my mother's past, how can I be liked. I grew up in a rich family and enjoyed good food, good clothes, and a good house. Sometimes I can't stand it."

Kim Yeon-hee's face turned pale.

"When I heard others talking about my mother's background, you will definitely come to me. You will seize any opportunity to mock me."

"…..."

"Only when you see that I am treated worse than you will you be relieved. In the cold rich family, your only comfort is me."

"…..."

"Mom hopes I am unhappy--"

Hee-joo straightened her back.

"The one who can't leave me is you."

Kim Yeon-hee couldn't say a word to refute and could only stare with eyes wide open.

"Don't treat me as a sacrifice to sustain your life anymore." 

"You..."

"I will never be a sacrifice for you again."

Hee-joo deliberately stepped back and distanced herself from her mother. Kim Yeon-hee instinctively reached out her hand, but Hee-joo pushed it away mercilessly.

"I'm saying that I don't need you anymore." 
"….."

"I'm saying that I will never love you again."

She thought of the empty urn.

To start a new love, she must first learn to let go. She understood this truth too late.

"I'm saying that I can live well without you."

When was the last time she opened the heavy curtains? Hee-joo thought in her slowly moving brain.

After the funeral, she didn't leave her husband's bed. She believed that everything would be a dream after she woke up from a sleep.

She didn't watch the news, but just lived like she was dead.

One day, two days, one week, two weeks, one month...

If it weren't for her sister who occasionally brought food, Hee-joo might have starved to death.

"Hey, Hee-joo... How long are you going to lie down?" 

"…..."

She had neither shared a great love with Baek Sa-eon nor made any great promises, but she had lost all motivation for life.

She had struggled desperately not to become a person like her father, but when she woke up, she found herself becoming the person she tried so hard to escape from.

Hee-joo stared blankly at the dust floating in the air and muttered to herself. "I'm not trying to escape from this political marriage, actually..." 

"Yeah."