Gyeong-eun gripped Seong-ho's hand, her face full of shock.

"Why would they investigate you?"

Seong-ho patted her hand and answered in a calm voice.

"It's nothing. Just an investigation, that's all — don't worry."

"How can I not worry! Dad, can't you do something about this?"

"Do what, exactly?"

Tak-hyeon, who'd had a hand over his eyes, lowered it and turned to look at Gyeong-eun.

Still holding Seong-ho's hand, Gyeong-eun looked around at her siblings, then turned to Tak-hyeon.

"Can't you stop it?"

"You want me to stop Representative Kim's investigation?"

"That's…"

As Gyeong-eun kept trying to press her father, Seong-ho gave her hand a firm squeeze.

"It's fine. You don't need to worry that much."

"Still…"

Tak-hyeon let out a sigh and spoke to Gyeong-eun.

"Didn't your husband himself just say it's fine? There's no need to get involved over something so minor."

The moment Tak-hyeon put an end to Gyeong-eun's plea, Mun-jong cut in as if he'd been waiting for exactly this opening.

"Father. You see? If we don't cut Chang-jong off, the prosecution — or whoever it may be — is just going to keep coming after us like this. So…"

"Enough!"

Tak-hyeon roared.

He shot to his feet and jabbed a finger at Mun-jong.

"He's still your brother. Is it really the eldest son's place to say his own brother should be thrown out of the family?"

"I don't want to say it either. But tomorrow it might be me, and the day after it might be you, Father. If we don't cut this off here, we're all going to end up dragged in one after another."

At Mun-jong's words, Tak-hyeon, looking as though he didn't want to hear another word, turned away and spoke to Seong-ho instead.

"You can handle this on your own, can't you?"

"Yes. Don't worry. It's nothing serious."

"You're the one I trust most out of all of them. Go on, then. And — when's Game 5 again?"

"This coming Friday, at Jamsil."

"I'll make time. I'll see you there."

Having promised to meet at Jamsil for Game 5, Tak-hyeon walked…