"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sang-jong Lee asked Min-yeong Oh with a stunned face.

Min-yeong Oh had sunk down onto the floor and was weeping, unable even to raise her head.

"Our Jun-myeong has been dragged off. I'm saying Father let them take Jun-myeong away."

"Dragged off where, then? No — why dragged off? I'm asking why Jun-myeong would be dragged off!"

Sang-jong Lee shouted as though in exasperation at a Min-yeong Oh who would not say the reason or the place.

"Our Jun-myeong… what do we do. Sob, sob."

"Don't just cry — talk. What in the world is this about!"

Sang-jong Lee shouted in exasperation at a Min-yeong Oh who could not get a word out properly and only wept.

But Min-yeong Oh still did nothing but weep.

Thud, thud.

As Sang-jong Lee stamped his foot in anger, a cold voice came from behind him.

"I'll tell you."

Sang-jong Lee, who had been raging, smoothed his face as far as he could, turned his body and bowed his head.

"Father…"

"You've done something quite remarkable, I hear?"

"Th-that… I'm not sure what you mean."

"You're not sure?"

Watching a Sang-jong Lee who dodged him by saying he did not know, Tak-hyeon Lee let out a low laugh.

And he spoke toward Do-beom Hwang, who stood at his side with a dark face.

"What do you say? Even now, in a situation like this, look at him dodging and saying he doesn't know what it's about. Don't you think I've produced at least one fine son?"

"Sang-jong…"

Do-beom Hwang looked at Sang-jong Lee with a pained gaze.

Seeing Tak-hyeon Lee's words and Do-beom Hwang's reaction, Sang-jong Lee realized that the thing he had told himself surely could not happen had happened after all.

But he could not bring it out of his mouth.

"Jun-myeong has been taken away by the prosecution. From what I hear, they say the culprit in the drunk-driving hit-and-run was not Secretary Park but Jun-myeong."

"What do you mean by that?"

"They say they've secured both evidence and testimony… Did you not know?"

"Why…