I took the silver watch that was in the box and looked at it with a weak smile that was painstakingly indescribable. This was the watch I gave him on his twenty-eighth birthday, that was four years ago. Since then, he always wears it, even almost every day when he went to work.

Amid these memories, I suddenly remembered something, so I asked, "Sunyeon came here just now. He was looking for you. What's wrong?"

"He came here?" Hoonsik was surprised to hear that. He took a deep breath, then said, "He must just want to ask Mr. Lee's personal stuff. He told me before, he wants to keep some."

I was stunned without a word.

That second, with a heavy heart Hoonsik revealed, "Sir, Mr. Lee's body was cremated about an hour ago. I came to take you to the crematorium, but you didn't open the door. So, I went alone."

I smiled bitterly. "I can't possibly see his body turning to ashes. Just hearing it, I can't stand it."

Hoonsik seemed to understand. He was silent for a moment before he handed me the bouquet, saying, "Then, here, for you, sir."

"For me?" I looked at Hoonsik and the bouquet took turns before accepting it. I asked, "Why did you give it to me? From whom?"

At first, he looked doubtful, but in the end, he said, "From Mr. Lee, sir."

I frowned, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Hoonsik explained, "The day before Mr. Lee died, he asked me to order flowers for you. He said you would definitely come back for him, so he wanted to give you a bouquet."

I suddenly became dazed. I stared at the flower for a while before a fold of paper tucked between the flowers made me wake up. I pulled out the paper, opened it, then carefully read a sentence inside.

"Chunghee, welcome home."

My heart broke when I read it. I took a deep breath, trying not to cry, and asked in a trembling voice, "Did he write this? Hoonsik, explain to me, I'm confused."

"Yes, sir." Hoonsik explained, "When he asked me to order flowers, he wants me to put this paper inside and give it when you return. And..."

"Enough. Now, I see," I immediately cut off Hoonsik's words, "He had planned this from the start ...."

Hoonsik was stunned for a moment, saying, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry for Mr. Lee."

No matter how hard I tried to hold back my tears, still, it was beyond my control. I couldn't believe he did this just for me to come home.

Hoonsik tried to calm me down. But, maybe because he didn't know what words to comfort me either, so he just kept saying, "It's okay."

Wiping away my tears, I put the things on the table, and said, "This all makes me feel more sorrow. You shouldn't have given all this to me. I can't see them."

"But, I don't know who to give this to, sir."

I was stunned for a moment, then said firmly, "Give that to Sunyeon if he wants it. I can't keep them."

"But—"

"Now," before Hoonsik could say anything, I cut in, "Tell me, why did you let Donghwa act stupid like this?."

"I have no idea, sir!" Hoonsik emphasized, "He looked fine that time, he didn't even look depressed at all. I think he can let you go, so I also don't ask anything."

I was silent for a moment when I heard those words. After all, Hoonsik was definitely clueless. He just did his job and took orders. I couldn't blame him.

Feeling guilty, I apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said this."

"It's all right, sir."

I forced a smile. "I saw the wound on his left wrist, did he kill himself in that way? He's so stupid to let himself suffer like that ...," paused for a while, I asked, "Yunhee said, Donghwa regained consciousness for a moment, is that true?"

Hoonsik lowered his gaze slightly, feeling doubtful. Then, after a conviction had arisen in his heart, he began to tell the truth.

"That night, Mr. Lee forgot to take the documents in the car, so I rushed back here. I dialed his number several times and tried to call him, but there was no answer. At first, I thought he was asleep, so I was about to leave. But, somehow, at that time, I took the initiative to turn the doorknob to make sure it was locked. However, as soon as I turned it, it was unlocked, so I rushed to get in."

"While inside, I called Mr. Lee, but still no answer. And when I saw the light on in the bedroom that wasn't closed, I hesitantly went in. And ...." Hoonsik paused for a moment, he took a breath before continuing, "What I saw that night was truly horrifying. I found Mr. Lee already covered in blood in the bathtub. He hasn't even changed his clothes yet."

I was shocked to hear what Hoonsik just said and froze as if my body went numb. I was actually reluctant to hear that, but my lips couldn't speak to ask Hoonsik to stop. So, it was as if I was forced to hear everything even if I were to fall to pieces.

Hoonsik continued, "I rushed to check his pulse, and he was still alive. So, without wasting time, I immediately contacted the hospital. However, Mr. Lee's condition is already very critical. Although he was conscious at that time, he has lost a lot of blood, plus the dose of medicine in his body is too high."

"It was pure suicide. It was due to stress. The doctor assumed he was on a high dose of drugs before he slashed his wrist."

Hoonsik was stunned for a moment. It seemed, that horrific scene was still lingering in his mind quite clearly, "It was really sad. Mr. Lee has really been through a lot of tough days lately, until he lost himself, and chose to take his life."

I lowered my gaze and silently cried. However, apparently, Hoonsik noticed it and immediately exclaimed, "Ah, sir! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Sobbing, I remembered the medicine I saw in the bathroom. No wondered why they were there, it turned out that Donghwa brought them there and took them all.

At the same time, I asked, "I found two kinds of medicine in the bathroom. One is mine, and the other, is that Donghwa's?"

Hoonsik flinched slightly. There was a surprise in his eyes. He was silent for a while before he asked in surprise, "did Mr. Lee never tell you about his condition?"

Hearing the question, I started to feel restless. I shook my head slowly, then asked Hoonsik to tell the truth.

At first, Hoonsik was reluctant to say it, but in the end, he told me with a heavy heart. "Mr. Lee has a cardiac issue. The doctor said he drank too much alcohol."

Instantly I froze and cursed with extreme sadness in my heart, 'I told you, stop drinking, but you don't want to change your habits at all!'. Then, I asked Hoonsik in a hoarse voice as if my vocal cords were damaged, "So, So he took the medicine at once?

Hoonsik didn't respond. He was silent as if guilt was stuffing his mouth.