Chapter 358: Jackpot
“Jae-Hyun!” In-Ha panickly called and they all hurried towards the room.
“What’s happening?” Dan-Han asked as he hurried towards the room flung the door open, but he was stopped by the nurses and doctors who trooped in.
He turned to Jae-Hyun who looked like this was unexpected, and who was already receiving a death stare from In-Ha.
Receiving such cold stares from his best friends, Jae-Hyun must admit this was the only time he regretted his profession. Being the doctor of a woman loved by your two friends wasn’t what he sighed up for. The pressure was too much. They have both been breathing down his neck, and it was getting unbearable. Dan-Han was more than enough, but throwing In-Ha into the mix took it a notch higher.
Jae-Hyun looked at both men. “We’ve been able to identity the substance, we’ll start treatment immediately.” He informed them before striding into the room.
Dan-Han and In-Ha watched with hanging breath when it seemed something was wrong with Eun-sun. Dan-Han’s eyes darted towards the monitor, and he realized her vitals were rapidly decreasing.
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SONG-HEE’s HOUSE
“Why are you looking sad? Did that brat come here again?” Byung-Hun collapsed by Song-Hee’s side.
A wry sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head.
Byung-Hun knowingly smiled and dipped his hand into his pocket. “I know what you want. I brought some.” He said, pulling out a small cellophane with white substance in it. He enticingly dangled it before her eyes.
Song-Hee stared at it, and sheer struggles coated her eyes.
“I know you want it. It’s good.” Byung-Hun dipped his hand into the cellophane and placed a finger by her nose. Not being able to hold back and slowly being overwhelmed with her urges, she sniffed in the substance and shut her eyes as she basked in the euphoric effect of the drugs.
Byung-Hun sheepishly smiled. “I told you it’s good stuff.” He sounded pleased with himself. He pulled his hand away when Song-Hee tried snatching it from him.
“I need a few cash.” He told her.
“Cash? I don’t have.” She said while Byung-Hun frowned. She sighed when she saw his displeased face.
“What about that little bitch? Wasn’t she supposed to send money two days ago?”
“Well she didn’t, and I don’t think she should send me anymore.”
“Why?” Byung-Hun frowned even more deeply.
Song-Hee sighed. “They’re asking for her parents.” She picked up an almost empty bottle of beer on her table and gulped it down.
“Who?” Byung-Hun curiously inquired.
“My...ex husband, and that scary man who seems like her boyfriend.”
“Are her parents rich? Do you know them?” He asked.
Song-Hee stared at him when he seemed to be overly curious.
“I...” She turned towards the door when she heard a knock. Opening the door she was surprised to see a brown envelope at the door post.
She looked around but there was no one. She picked it and closed the door. She was skeptical in opening it, but she did when she saw her name written in that familiar hand writing she had would always recognize.
“What’s that?” Byung-Hun sauntered over, thoughts of it being money ruled his heart and he snatched it from her.
Song-Hee watched him bring out some photographs from it, and he rupt out in laughter. “That little bitch has finally gotten what she deserves.” He cackled.
“What do you mean?” Song-Hee snatched the envelope and the pictures from him. Her eyes widened when she saw the who was in it.
Byung-Hun lit up a stick of wrapped marijuana and stared at her while he continued laughing, but Song-Hee seem to be dazed by the pictures.
“Your little bitch is finally going to die.” He laughed even more wickedly. He was yet to forget what Eun-sun did to him. She had broken his head with a bottle months ago before moving out of the house. To him, death was what she deserved for what she did. He would have killed her himself had he laid hold of her. Though he was disappointed it wasn’t money, he was more satisfied with this.
Song-Hee was shocked beyond words when she saw Eun-sun. She looked at the other picture and a small note fell from it.
She picked it up. It read...
‘She was once your little girl. Our princess.’
Song-Hee looked at the pictures again. A memory of her little princess flashed through her mind, but it quickly disappeared before she could grasp it. Those were memories she has buried these past ten years.
“What? Are you sad?” Byung-Hun asked when saw her pathetic countenance.
She looked at him and honestly replied, “I don’t know,” before looking at the picture again. There was an indescribable feeling in chest. Was it sadness?
“Come and have this. It’ll liven up your mood.” He walked back to her and led her to seat before giving her the weed, but she was too dazed to smoke it.
“Is she going to die?” She muttered out, while Byung-Hun retrieved his weed.
“Why should you be bothered about that? Don’t forget what that boyfriend of hers did to you.” Song-Hee looked at as she remembered the torture she had gone through. She hasn’t forgotten that.
But she looked at the picture again. Eun-sun looked almost lifeless. Those tubes hanging over around her were sort of scary, but remembering all she has been through because of Eun-sun, she thought maybe Byung-Hun was right.
Maybe this was her Karma.
“Do you remember her parents?” Byung-Hun thoughtfully asked.
Song-Hee suspiciously looked at him.
He shrugged. “Maybe we can inform them about her death, and if they’re rich, we can get something good from them.” He widely smiled.
“Why do you think they’re rich?”
“Well, only rich people try to get rid of illegitimate children.” He reasoned. He fully turned to Song-Hee. “Tell me do you know who they are? This can be a good opportunity, and you can get settled for all the hardship, eh?” He wriggled his brows.
Song-Hee fell silent for a while before looking at the T.v. “I saw him on T.V yesterday, the man who gave her to me. They had same eyes, and I think he just visited the country.”
“Really?” Byung-Hun was utterly surprised. He passed the remnant of the weed to her, which she accepted.
“Then my dear, we might have just hit a jackpot!”
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