Min-yeong Oh came into the room and pressed Sang-jong Lee hard.

"Have you lost your mind? What is all this sudden business of making a bet?"

"Asking your own husband whether he's lost his mind? It's you who has lost hers. Life has been a little comfortable for you lately, has it? Shall I remind you of the old days?"

Sang-jong Lee rolled up his sleeves and moved toward Min-yeong Oh.

But Min-yeong Oh paid no mind at all to Sang-jong Lee in that state, and raised her voice.

"If you're going to hit me, then at least tell me why you made the bet first. Why did you make the bet, I'm asking?"

Min-yeong Oh gave Sang-jong Lee's body a light push and spoke in a voice brimming with grievance.

"And what will you do if the youngest brother-in-law tells you to step down as President of Ilhyeon Construction?"

"Weren't you the one telling me not to worry, because we have Jun-myeong?"

"That's the story for when you're still holding your ground and we put Jun-myeong out in front of us."

Something bitter came surging up out of Min-yeong Oh's chest.

She had prayed, and prayed again, that Sang-jong Lee would not do anything foolish.

Because it had seemed to her that if he simply held on to his seat, the thing might somehow come to a decision in the grandchildren's generation, where there was no one but Jun-myeong.

And yet Sang-jong Lee had been unable to hold himself in check even for that long, and had gone and caused trouble.

He had gone and staked a bet against Seong-ho Kim, saying he would grant any wish at all.

"Why go stirring up something you didn't have to and twist the whole situation into a strange shape!"

"Twist? What is it you think I've twisted?"

The matter had been undertaken by his own intent, true enough, but even he had not foreseen it swelling to this size.

In the heat of it the words about making a bet had come out of him, and from there the thing had…