[Do Sejin.] He hears Eun Min Ah’s voice. [Did you find Ahn Hana?]
“No, not yet.” Do Sejin bites his lower lip. How should he ask? But he has to ask. “Eun Min Ah, I have some questions. Are you free to speak now?”
“You should go to your parents, Do Sejin.” Detective Han sits beside Do Sejin who has been at the station for more than twenty hours. “You need to do the last rites.”“Ahn Hana hasn’t been found.” Do Sejin can’t help but feel that there is something wrong about Eun Dae Ho’s suicide and his parents’ mur
The living room is under a thick layer of dust. It seems like the owner hasn’t placed his foot inside the house for years. Do Sejin looks down and sees footprints on the dust. He follows the footprints toward the basement.The smell of blood and death wafts into his nose, turning his heart heavier.
[Ahn Hana is awake.]When he receives a call from Detective Han, Do Sejin rushes back to Ahn Hana’s ward. Just then, he sees Detective Han coming out of her ward with knitted brows and a disturbed look in his eyes. The detective whispers something to his colleagues -- who are guarding the ward -- before going to Do Sejin.
Im Jihoon’s eyes tremble weakly. “How?”“You are one of the best prosecutors in the country.” Do Sejin grabs his hands tightly. “We can find that bastard together. Where can he hide in this country?”
After three days, Im Jihoon meets Do Sejin with a new piece of information."The house where Kim Min Seo was killed..." Do Sejin can't digest what he's hearing. "That house is registered with Ahn Hana's name. How's that possible?"
Next day, Do Sejin gets ready for office. Although he hates it, he has to act normal.Finding Mi Hi won’t be a one-day task.
Do Sejin has had enough. He takes long strides toward her chamber, frustrated by days of silence and not knowing where his daughter Is. How can she act like this? She has to speak. Someone has to tell him what is happening to his daughter. It’s not about this woman anymore. Mi Hi is his lifeline.How can he accept that a murderer is holding his daug
‘It’s not right.’And many other words are whispered by the voice in his head while she presses her body against his. Her familiar yet unfamiliar scent drowns him. He knows that he shouldn