Chapter 43 - 42. Two Twisted Fate
Hajin smiled languidly at the stern words. "Is that an order?"
Sarah stared at the twinkling grey eyes and sighed deeply. "Sure," she drank the rest of her warm drink and crumpled the can between her hands. "Let’s say it is."
Still with an easy smile, Hajin took the crumpled can in Sarah’s hand and walked away to the trash can, not far away from the bike. He threw both of their cans while humming.
"How far have you investigated me, Master?" he asked.
Sarah flinched, and not from the loud clanking sound the two cans made inside the bin. "...enough to know you live alone with your mother abroad."
She knew it wasn’t weird to have a background check on someone working for her, but...she felt somewhat guilty. Was it because she couldn’t find anything incriminating? It felt like she was being needlessly suspicious of a decent man.
Based on her added inquiry, Hajin and his mother didn’t seem to have extended family members helping them while they were abroad. The mother worked tirelessly, but life as immigrants was always harsh, especially for a single mother and a good-looking child. It was hard to earn a decent living, and that conditions alienated Hajin even more from his peers.
The boy, however, wasn’t the type to get bullied. Unfortunately, unless you had other kinds of power, the only way out was through violence. That was how Ryu Hajin went through his childhood: through constant fighting.
In the end, they had to leave the State since Hajin became so notorious, and Sarah’s investigation had to stop there since she didn’t have enough clues and resources to check on all other countries Hajin and his mother had been in. Based on the postcards she sent the pub owner, however, it didn’t seem like she got into another relationship--which meant, until the end, it was only Hajin and his mother.
Honestly...perhaps that was one of the reasons why Sarah decided to accept his offer. Their situation, while wholly different, also felt...familiar.
"Ah, that simplifies things," Hajin nodded, shifting his gaze from the trash can to the twinkling city lights. "She’s the root of it all, after all."