Chapter 12 - 11. The Triple Crown
"Are they responsible for your mother's death?" Yonghwa asked straight away. After all, being ignored and neglected did not usually prompt a desire for revenge.
Seul-ah pressed her lips. Did they? She herself didn't know. She only knew something was weird about the accident itself way too late, and when she wanted to find out more, years had passed and she was not allowed to access the file of her own accident.
But that was then. In this new reality she came to, only months had passed; and while she still couldn't access it by herself, she was in front of someone who could grant her that kind of access.
"I'm looking for it," she replied with thick bitterness beneath a layer of determination.
"Ah," and Yonghwa caught that perfectly. "So you need information."
"To be exact, I need access," Seul-ah said.
And it wasn't just for finding out the truth about her accident, but for everything she would have to do to bring down her family.
"Access to your information network, access to your tools when I need it," she glanced at the guards who hadn't been moving at all throughout their conversation. "But I can assure you that you won't have to move actively for it. I'll do everything, just..."
"You need support," Yonghwa intertwined his fingers atop his lap.
"Yes," Seul-ah nodded. "I'm sure the mine is a suitable price for it. Of course, I'm planning to give you something else in the future."
Yonghwa arched his brow as Seul-ah gave him the rough outline of her plan; the one she had been thinking of for two weeks after returning to the past. At the end of it, a smile cracked across the flower's pale lips.