395 Not By Choice.

A-YEONG'S APARTMENT.

Hei-Ran silently watched A-Yeong as she sobbed even after Dan-Han left. She buried her face in her palms, and her shoulders trembled as endless tears trickled down her face. Hei-Ran was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. A myriad of questions was spinning through her head, but she could only stare dumbfoundedly at A-Yeong.

A-Yeong and a child? That was unbelievable.

She would never have thought something like this would be revealed out of her silly quest for vengeance or whatever had prompted her to start this in the first place.

It was one thing to hear about drugs and ammunition but another about a child.

Hei-Ran felt a heavy feeling in her heart when she saw how badly A-Yeong kept crying. It didn't seem like she was going to stop.