"Father, where are you?"

"Gyeong-eun. Now, listen…"

"No — should I say 'Chairman' here? Where is the Chairman?"

Gyeong-eun came storming through the doors of Seongjungwon, her face full of fury.

Do-beom tried to stop her, looking pained.

"Gyeong-eun. Why are you—"

"Why? Do you really need to ask?"

"No, it's— that is…"

Do-beom knew exactly why she was this angry.

Which was precisely why his expression could only grow more pained.

"It's just… the Chairman's hand slipped, and—"

"Never mind. That's the Chairman's office, isn't it?"

Gyeong-eun pushed past him and ran straight for the office.

She flung the door open without knocking.

"What sort of behavior is this? Where are your manners?"

"Did you not know I'd come?"

When Tak-hyeon barked at her, Gyeong-eun shot the question straight back.

She strode toward him.

Slap!

She brought her hand down on his desk and glared at him, eyes blazing.

"If Dong-min's father is injured at Seongjungwon again, I won't stand by."

"Is that any way to speak to your father?"

Slap!

She struck the desk again.

"It's because you're my father that I'm using words right now."

"Do you imagine you can shed the shell that is Ilhyeon?"

"I could throw off a title like Ilhyeon a hundred times over."

Gyeong-eun shouted, as though it required no thought at all.

"I never needed a seat as president of some Ilhyeon affiliate to begin with. Take it, if you want it. But if you mean to use it to threaten me — or Dong-min's father — put the idea away. It won't work."

"Are you telling me you'd part ways with Ilhyeon?"

"Yes. There's no reason I couldn't."

Gyeong-eun's voice rang out.

"Father, the seat of Seong-ho Kim's wife and Dong-min's mother matters more to me than any president's chair at Ilhyeon."

She braced her hands on the desk and went on.

"Could I turn my back on all of it and never look again? Easily. Because no position at Ilhyeon is worth enough to me that I'd protect it by enduring my husband being hurt."

Having made her meaning…