Actually, I didn't want to talk too much with this woman. But, because A Yeong was a person who liked to talk a lot, so she kept saying many things that I couldn't help but be quiet about other than being a good listener to him.

"Heh, but after all, Mr. Kim must have his own problems. Especially these days, he always looks exhausted and doesn't get enough sleep. I even often find him sleeping on his desk with a pile of files. He must be very busy lately, I think."

"Plus, his relationship with his father hasn't been good the past few months. And it's gotten even worse after the conference four days ago. It must have been a lot of stress for him"

"Hah?" I frowned in confusion.

Hearing about this immediately made me wonder and wonder about what happened at the press conference.

However, let alone to ask, I was barely even speechless now.

Until A Yeong asked, "Mr. Park, what's the matter?"

I stared at A Yeong for a few seconds before asking haltingly, "W-why? W-what happened?"

A Yeong's bright eyes turn dark. She looked at me with a complicated expression before speaking, "Hmm, Mr. Kim refused a lot of contracts with huge investors, it made his father get angry so Mr. Kim said that he would return to France. Then ...."

A Yeong searched for something on her cell phone and immediately showed an image to me once she found it, where it was an image of Donghwa who was standing in front of a lot of reporters, with a line of sentences under the image that said something that made me more surprised.

"The president of the company GIM (Glory In-Media) Agency, Lee Donghwa, admitted his relationship with his former male assistant."

A Yeong swiped the screen again and showed almost the same image but with different typing.

"Lee Donghwa, the young president of GIM Agency, is 'gay'."

Of course, it was a statement at a press conference. I froze in shock, then slowly went limp as if powerless to move. After our last meeting a few weeks ago, I had high hopes for him to have a better life and find someone better for the future.

However, that hope was like writing that was erased by the tides in the afternoon at any time. Donghwa would never understand by destroying himself, his dreams, his efforts, and they also destroyed my hopes all at once.

Those years of struggle were nothing but futility, ruined by his deliberate carelessness.

In the midst of the panic, I tried my best to look as calm as possible. Then, to convince me that the news was true, I asked with a hope that would make me fall even harder, "Donghwa ... declare such a thing?"

A Yeong frowned and nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. Both Mr. Kim and I were present at the place. I also didn't believe that Mr. Lee would confirm the rumors. At first, I thought, those rumors were only created by people who wanted to bring down Mr. Lee but … hmm, even Mr. Kim was speechless …."

"...."

I froze for a moment, staring at A Yeong without even blinking.

"Mr. Park, what's the matter?" A Yeong asked worriedly.

Like someone who had lost his soul, I shook my head weakly with a smile so hard to carve that it ended badly.

I took a silent breath; trying to maintain my composure. At first, I was going to ask about the bad relationship between Daehyun and his father, but Daehyun's words some time ago regarding the rumors and his family's involvement immediately resonated and made me understand immediately.

That statement would certainly make Mr. Kim Myungdae get angry. After all, Mr. Kim Myungdae had been trying hard to cover it up for three years and was crushed in a day.

But, what about Daehyun? As far as I knew, Daehyun had a pretty good relationship with his father, both in the family and in business. So, what's with the 'bad relationship' between father and son now?

There were many questions that arose and there were many things that made me worry and fear. Donghwa's future; Daehyun as well as his father; all of them instinctively circled my head at once, like a boulder had hit it over and over again at once.

"Mr. Park, are you all right?" A Yeong asked again worriedly.

I could hear her voice clearly, but I couldn't say a word. My lips only parted slightly and quivered, trying to reassure A Yeong that I was fine but failed, then shut again without saying anything.

Slowly the tears in the corners of my eyes fell as my body felt weaker. I was about to get up, but I couldn't move a finger to move my body.

My misty eyes stared blankly at A Yeong who started to panic because I didn't respond like someone who was about to die.

"Mr. Park, Mr. Park! Are you all right?! Please, wake up!"

I could hear her say my name twice before finally losing consciousness completely.

When I woke up, it was night. After my gaze returned to clear, I turned my face to the side and saw a bowl of hot porridge already on the bedside table. I then slowly got up and leaned my back, swept my gaze in all directions but found no one.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and Daehyun walked in with elegant steps, still wearing a slightly messy suit. His face was pale as if he had been through a lot of hardship, then smiled and stepped quickly towards me. He held my hand and the worry was evident in his voice as he spoke, "Chunghee, I told you not to push yourself too hard. Why don't you ever listen to me?"

I stared at him for a moment. As he was about to speak, the wound on the corner of his lips took me by surprise. I touched his face gently while asking, "Daehyun what happened?"

"Nothing. What's wrong?" His eyes only showed concern even though he asked like someone in confusion.

"What happened all this time?" I asked.

Daehyun frowned in confusion. The faint frown on his forehead began to appear more obvious. "What do you mean?"

I lowered my gaze, gripping the blanket tightly, daring to ask the thing I wanted to know, "Are you hiding something from me?"

His face that lost its color looked even more confused when he heard the question. He gripped my hands tighter, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Chunghee, I don't get you. What do you mean exactly?"

Honestly, there were a lot of things I wanted to ask. However, it was too much to say it one by one, so that it made me confused and questioning things that weren't clear.

I looked into his eyes, hoping that Daehyun would be able to read the worry in my eyes and quickly come up with an explanation. However, seeing his face that looked different with a lot of worries, made me speechless.

"Chunghee, what's wrong?"

I smiled weakly and shook my head slowly, pressing the thing I wanted to know in my throat. "A Yeong ... is she leaving already?"

Daehyun's face showed suspicion. However, with a deep sigh, he chose to ignore his current thoughts. He then took the porridge on the bedside table, and took a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and was about to feed me before replying, "She has an important work to do, so I told her to return and finish the work as soon as possible."

Daehyun thrust the porridge right in front of my mouth, but I immediately turned to the side refusing to eat it.

"Chunghee, we will depart in three days. You must take care of yourself. So, now, please eat."

I slowly turned to him, staring at him weakly. Then, I said hesitantly, "Daehyun, just cancel the scheduled."

Daehyun was silent. His face showed a surprised expression. He put the bowl of porridge back on the bedside table and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you ask that all of a sudden?"

"I don't think I can afford to do the trip." Taking a deep breath, I said, "Daehyun, I'm already too weak. If I need treatment, I can just do it here. At Busan Hospital, which we went to, I can do it there. But ...."

"Chunghee, why are you so fickle," Daehyun cut in before I could finish my speech, "You said that you agreed. I'm sure you can. Just be strong because now, the situation is different."

"But you said I shouldn't push myself."

Daehyun didn't respond immediately. However, by the look on his face, it could be seen that he was so devastated by those words that he finally replied, "I told you the situation is different. Now, I want you to push yourself to this."

I froze instantly.

Actually, from the start, I knew that asking him for this was a waste of time. So, in desperation, I slowly laid down with my back to Daehyun.

We didn't talk to each other for a long time until finally, Daehyun asked, "Chunghee, tell me, what's wrong? Did A Yeong tell you something?"