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His fiery eyes on her told her that he’d carry out his words to the latter with no form of hesitation.

He was a monster. A cruel monster.

“You’re a monster.” Mi-Cha earnestly told him from the well of words and curses forming in the depth of her heart for him.

There was a huge pile of words that she wanted to hurl at him, but she couldn’t just reach out for any of them other than calling him a monster — A very big monster who needed to be put down.

Yong-Gun raised his gaze to her but said nothing, while Mi-Cha trembled with anger and hatred, not just for him but for her misfortune of having his blood run through her.

There was nothing she could do to change this appalling fact of her life, and she wished she could cut her veins and take his blood out of her. She wished she could destroy, set ablaze every bit of DNA that linked them together.

She wanted nothing to do with him, and she wished she could do all she imagined in her head.

As a matter of fact, it would have been better knowing her biological father was dead than knowing he was this beast in front of her.

.....

“I pray you to pay for all your crimes. I swear I will make you pay for all your crimes!” Mi-Cha swore at him, and he archly stared at her with wry amusement.

“You?” He wryly chuckled. “How are you going to make me pay?” He asked as he slowly rose to his feet.

Mi-Cha’s eyes cautiously followed after him as he took a slow walk around the table and towards her. “How are you going to make me pay, Kim Mi-Cha?” He asked again as he drew closer, and Mi-Cha took cautiously retreated.

“As my daughter, you should know there are certain things you’re allowed to say, and making me pay isn’t one of them.” He told her as he took another step closer, and Mi-Cha retreated again.

Her heart made an anxious skip as she wondered why he was stalking her.

He paused a few feet away, but his peering eyes remained glued to her. They lacked the casual glint that had been in them a few seconds ago and was now changed into something unexplainable.

“You know, if there anyone who’s meant to make any form of repayment, it is you.” He pointed his chin at her. “I provided you the opportunity to have the life of luxury many people would kill for, die for. A life of luxury I wasn’t privileged to have for myself, but I gave it to you so you and I can both have it all, but what did you do?” His feet trotted forward, his eyes gleaming with animosity, and Mi-Cha staggered backward, almost losing her balance, but she quickly stabled herself.

Her attention shifted to the phone when she felt it slightly out of place from where she had tucked it under the waistline of her jeans. The movement was pushing it upward, and with one wrong move, it might slip out and fall to the ground, and that would be game over.

Thanks to the shirt she had on, and thanks for not changing her outfit before leaving the house earlier, the phone’s outline would have long been spotted by him.

She surreptitiously darted her eyes around, searching for a door she could make a break for, and she spotted one just about ten feet to her left.

Was it a restroom? She mused as she tried not to be so obvious with her distracted thoughts and wandering eyes.

She focused her eyes on him again to hear him still talking. “....we were supposed to have it all, you and I, together, but I guess I was wrong.” He sighed.

“I was wrong for thinking a child born from a whore like that mother of yours could be smart enough to grasp the great vision I had. You chose to be fed with crumbs like a dog when you can have it all.”

Mi-Cha narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t want anything. I’m not like you! And I’m glad I’m not like you! You’re a beast who wants to reap where he didn’t sow, and I’m ashamed to even think I have your blood running through me.” She bit at him, but she instantly staggered back when he’s eyes flared and his hands clenched.

“You...” He raised a trembling hand to hit her, and Mi-Cha stumbled back a little further to evade him, causing her to bump into the victorian chair behind her.

The phone slipped out from the waistline of her trouser and fell to the ground.

Yong-Gun’s gaze fell on the phone, and his eyes darkened. His jaws also trembled with ire.

“You..”

“What is this?” He demanded, and Mi-Cha’s eyes made a panic shift from the phone towards him.

She saw the anger and suspicion in his eyes, but before he could take a closing step towards her, she picked up the phone and dashed towards the door she had seen.

“You witch!” He roared after her, but Mi-Cha hurriedly turned the handle of the door, which opened to her relief, and she locked it from within.

She frantically typed in the password and opened the phone. She saw the sound recorder still running, and she immediately saved it.

She jolted after the heavy skip of her heart when she heard the loud bang against the door and Yong-Gun’s voice roaring out threats and cusses from the other side.

Her hands trembled as she forwarded it to Eun-sun’s number, as well as to her father’s mail for backup just in case, and after displaying the delivery receipt, she deleted it from her sent mail.

Her eyes darted around the room after she was done, and it was only then she realized that the room she had stepped in wasn’t even a restroom but some storage room.

Her eyes darted around for something she could use to probably defend herself, even though it might be a futile attempt, but to her dismay, there was none.

She jolted when the phone suddenly began to ring, and just as she answered, the door came down with a loud thud, and the phone was snatched out of her hands.

She raised her eyes to see a dangerous-looking burly man standing before her.

Yong-Gun stepped into the room, and the man passed the phone to him.

“Hello, Mi-Cha. I got the record. Are you okay? Where are you? Tell me, and I’ll come to get you.” Eun-sun’s anxious voice echoed through the phone.

Yong-Gun’s brows furrowed when he heard the mention of a record. He raised a cold glare at Mi-Cha, and she shuddered.

“Eun-sun—” She tried to say, but a strong hand covered her mouth.

“Mi-Cha, are you there?” Eun-sun’s voice floated through the phone, feeling quite anxious about things.

“Unfortunately, she isn’t,” Yong-Gun answered, and Eun-sun stiffened.

“You...What did you do—”

“I don’t have all day to squabble with you or listen to whatever you have to say. Come to the Fritford bridge with that recording, or I’ll send her head in a small box, and you can give it to Soo-Min as a final souvenir.” He said, and Eun-sun’s heart skipped.

He turned towards Mi-Cha when he heard her muffled sound as she struggled to break free from Stephen. He glared at her as he listened to the other side of the phone.

“You...you can’t. You can’t do that.” Eun-sun rambled out, and Yong-Gun scoffed.

“Why, because she’s my daughter?” He rhetorically asked and continued without waiting for her answer. “She’s a liability I can’t afford to keep around, so do not doubt me when I say I’ll chop her to pieces. Bring that recording and come alone, or you can forget seeing her for the rest of your life.” He disconnected the call.

Mi-Cha’s muffled voice weaved through the room, and he signaled Stephen to let go of her mouth.

Mi-Cha took in a short gasp of air and murderously glared at him. “You’re a demon!” She righteously cussed at him, her body trembling to lunge at him and choke him to death.

He mirthlessly chuckled. “You’ll see what sort of demon I am when I chop her into pieces first and send her back to Ki-Jun in that small box.” He sneered.

Mi-Cha’s heart rammed violently against her chest as it had never done before. Eun-sun...

What has she done?! She shouldn’t have answered the call. She shouldn’t have—

What the hell has she done? He was going to kill them both.

Mi-Cha was certain he was.

Eun-sun shouldn’t come. She should forget about her and not come. She wouldn’t be able to take it if she came and something happened to her.

She’d never be able to forgive herself.

Mi-Cha earnestly prayed something happens to stop her from coming. She should take the recording she had sent and save Dan-Han instead.