"Mr. Park, I kept contacting you a few days ago. Aren't you planning to do surgery?"

I could hear the words of Dr. Jeong, who was currently enjoying a cup of coffee behind his desk. However, I ignored him and continued to stare at the ceiling of Dr. Jeong's room, while continuing to think about the complicated things that just happened a while ago in my head.

"I've changed my mind, doc," I replied, without turning back at him, showing a meaningful smile.

There was a long pause after I said that. Then, it was probably because Dr. Jeong saw me, who was bearing a lot of problems, he didn't want to bring up the matter of the surgery and just said, "It's six o'clock in the evening, Mr. Park. Come on, I'll drive you home."

I could hear him as he shifted his chair. And without knowing it, he was already close to me. If only he didn't say something, then I would have remained silent with a blank stare, as if my soul wasn't in my body.

"What's the matter, Mr. Park? You seem to have a lot of problems that you've been thinking about lately. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I swept my eyes over to Dr. Jeong, who was sitting beside me and having a smile that couldn't cover the sorrow on my face.

I didn't answer the question, as I knew that he wanted to explore the cause of the difficulty I was feeling right now, so I tried to dodge the question. "I thought you will drive me home, Doc?"

"Hmm, apparently, there is also nothing wrong to hear your other complaints, Mr. Park." His right hand slowly moved to touch my arm gently, then continued, "I am not a psychologist, who can provide a better solution. But, at least I can be a good listener for you. Also, maybe I can give you a solution after hearing your problem."

I smiled at what Dr. Jeong just said in earnest, and in a light tone I said, "Doc, how long can I survive? Can I recover without having to undergo surgery?" with a pause, I continued, "Well, I want to be honest with you, doc. I don't want to do surgery, at all. I just don't have the zeal for life anymore. Maybe, if death is right before my eyes, I want it to come to get me right away."

Dr. Jeong squeezed my shoulder firmly, then said with the affirmation of his words, "You can't say such a thing! You have to be strong! You just need encouragement! You promised me to do surgery, and how could you deny it?"

"I'm wishy-washy." I showed a stupid smile. "I've told you that I've changed my mind. I don't care about my condition anymore," while talking, I stared back at the ceiling.

I wondered to myself, 'do I need encouragement? from whom?' I didn't have anyone in this world, living alone with the pain. And, even the man that I had always considered as the only family in my life ... I couldn't expect such a thing from him!

If there was any way to turn back the time, I would like to return to the time where I felt that it was wasted time for nearly ten years, by only continuing to love him. I wanted to return to the time, where I didn't step too far beyond my own limits yet, where the decisions I had just made me hurt more than anything.

Lamenting my agony, made me have to show this weakness in front of Dr. Jeong. While laying down, I cried unbearable tears and continued to wipe them, but incessantly came out like water flowing profusely.

Dr. Jeong clasped my hands with both of his hands; by trying to calm me down with his empathy; and trying to cheer me up even though he wasn't good at doing that. However, with his stiff deeds in comforting me, it made him not to be himself. But, I was more pleased because of what he just did.

In this emotional atmosphere, my cell phone rang all of a sudden, with the ID of President Kim.

I immediately got up after seeing the name of the incoming call on my cell phone. It also made my tears stop immediately without warning. "What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital. I just wanted to go back now." I answered.

Daehyun was silent. There was only the sound of breath that sounded soft and low now and then on the phone, and the sound of the crowd from a distance.

"Mr. Kim?"

There was a long pause before he continued, "Well, I'll get you now. Wait for me there. Don't go anywhere. I'll be there in a few minutes."

I was just about to refuse the good intention of him but as if he already knew, he hung up as if he didn't want to hear my refusal.

I immediately grabbed my bag which was on Dr. Jeong's desk, then immediately asked to leave and didn't forget to thank him for his kindness.

He smiled at me and waved his hand as I started to move away. Seeing him always being friendly and always giving in to my hardheadedness, made me think that Dr. Jeong was too good to be someone else for me.

I sat on the bench in front of the hospital, while waiting for Daehyun who said that he wanted to pick me up. And until a few moments later, a luxurious black and expensive car were parked gracefully in front of me.

The window slowly lowered down to reveal the handsome face of the car owner who was currently smiling broadly at me, he was the Young Master of Kim Family, Kim Daehyun.

I didn't need to be amazed by this mundane anymore. No wonder that he was the master of all such luxurious and expensive things.

I got into the car, leaned my back comfortably. When Daehyun started driving the car, I said, "Sir, I have something to tell you."

For a moment, his eyes glanced sharply at me after hearing my words, then straightened his gaze again. "What's wrong with you? Stop calling me 'sir' if it's outside of working hours."

I took a deep breath. "I want to resign. I'll give you my resignation tomorrow morning."

Suddenly he pulled over his vehicle then stopped. With his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly, he turned his face towards me, staring into my eyes deeply. With a desire to curse, he said, "If your reason is for your treatment, I'll gladly let you do that."