Vol 2. Chapter 11
Fucked.
Seo Hojin coughed as if he were about to die, covering his mouth and lowering his head. To raise his gaze now and meet his brother’s face would be no different from suicide.
‘Damn it.’
Even without looking, he could feel the murderous aura pouring out from in front of him with every nerve of his body.
‘I misspoke.’
From the joke about getting pocket money, to bringing up the Kang Giyeong prosecutor incident, to saying, “You had it harder than the relatives did”— even so, Seo Hoyun had let it all slide generously.
A few years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to say even the word “money” before being executed on the spot. But now, Seo Hoyun only showed mild displeasure, sighed, and silently listened, as if acknowledging his own faults.
He even still fed him like usual, watching fondly while pushing food into his mouth, so when Hojin laughed, thinking, “Wow, my brother’s in a good mood today,” that was all there was to it.
And then—
“You’ll handle things well on your own.”
He even said that.
It was something Hojin had never heard before in his life.