87. Really really really really really
I always have the same regrets. Daily life with a child is always precious, but why is it that we overlook everything in that precious daily life? Why do we realize its importance only when we become desperate?
The day my child was in danger of being kidnapped, I only realized its importance after it happened.
As Noon was about to leave the hospital, Jinseo heard a brief story about why the child collapsed. It seemed like children her age were pushing Jena that she didn't have a father.
What did I do to my child? What have I done to a seven-year-old child?
Even after noon, I looked back and regretted what happened.
I taught my child that there is no need to be embarrassed about not having a father. She thought that because she had lived that way herself, she would be able to overcome her child as well.
Then, one day, without any hesitation, he suddenly revealed the existence of his father. He even corrected the confused child by telling him to call Jiheon dad. And today.
"Jena cries too often these days. Let's not cry today. "Okay?"
Of course children cry, but they can cry. Even adults cry when their hearts hurt. I gave my child difficult homework simply because he had been crying a lot lately. She told the child to get over being a child.
How difficult was it? How much it hurt.
Kihoon glanced at Noon's tearful face and increased his speed.
It was an urgent time for both Noon and Ki-hoon. In the meantime, my phone vibrated again. This time it was Jiheon.
Noon hesitated and then answered the phone.
"yes. "Director."
[This is the hospital. I contacted you because I was worried you might be worried.]
Noon quietly closed his eyes as he heard Jiheon's calm voice. Her tears streamed down her eyelids.
[You're moving to Seoul now, right?]
"... ... ."
[Lee Jeong-oh.]
"... ... ."
[It's noon.]
I heard soothing voices one after another. The voice actually stirred emotions, and Noon's throat sank. Noon barely answered.
"... ... yes. "Director."
[don't worry. Yes, it's okay.]
"... ... ."
[Be careful. See you later.]
Noon eventually shed tears as he held on to the hung phone. Kihoon, surprised by the tears, asked in awe.
"What did the director say again? "Do you really want to work overtime during this serious situation?"
"No, it's not like that... ... ."
I had to find something to explain, but I couldn't come out with words, as if a rock had been stuck in my head.
"I guess it's because the director didn't know? "If you tell someone to work while you know it, it's trash."
Ki-hoon, who interpreted the heavy reaction at noon in his own way, became excited. Ki-hoon was also saddened by Noon.
Kihoon made a promise. Jeong Ji-heon, I will protect Assistant Manager Lee Jeong-oh with my life from that merciless boss who has no blood or tears.
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