rail figure lay on the bed, hooked up to machines that beeped in an endless rhythm. The medical bills were piling up,
ight of impending doom pressing on her shoulders. She had always been strong, the backbone
ing her from her thoughts. The name
struction, one of the most powerful and ruthless men in the business world. He
e calling
for a moment b
yuk's voice was smooth and emotionless, like a man
i-woo said, forcing herself to remain calm. Her
ver wavering. "Your mother's medical bills, your fat
. There was always a price when
e?" she asked, her voice
n return, I'll take care of your mother's medical expenses, pay off your family's d
ught about it, the more it seemed like the only way out. Her pride, her dignity, e
man like him? A man who only
of this?" she asked, tr
more... respectable in the eyes of the media. A perfect, family-oriented
im. But the thought of her mother's condition worsening, the tho
asting bitter on her tongue. "One year
his voice cold as ever. "