Chapter 179
Seoul, Korea
Gwangjin District
It wasn’t possible.
It had be a stroke or something.
There was no way the ghost of his past, the demon that haunted his nightmares and caused his father to doubt that he was even worthy of love, was standing there in front of him.
Dae-Ho thought it was projecting at first.
That’s what the psychologist would have called it, but that wasn’t it at all.
As much as everyone kept saying Pan Jin and Seon Rain could be twins, and that when you got Dae-Ho in the mix with them it was like watching three siblings, it had merit.
And now so much was making sense when it came to his mother’s abandonment.
Tears flooded his eyes and he stormed into the apartment, protectively getting between his baby sister and their mother.
“You will not touch my sister again,” Dae-Ho warned.
His mother laughed. “So the little bitch finally came crawling to her siblings for a handout,” she scathingly said.
Siblings? Dae-Ho thought. He was an only child, until this moment, but the closest thing to a sister he’s had over the years was Rain…
That, he didn’t entirely see coming.
“It’s a surprise you waited as long as you did, honestly,” his mother said. “As much as I wanted to take that bastard’s money, to take all of it from him, I wouldn’t give him the benefit of knowing what I kept from him. You always knew, didn’t you?” she asked her daughter.
If Pan Jin was surprised by any of this, it didn’t show on her face.
Unlike Seon Rain, Pan Jin had a poker face.
“Why else would you sign up for that damn fan club for that little b*tch even after I forbid you from doing so?” she shrieked, irritated she wasn’t getting a reaction from either of her children.
That eerie level of calm wasn’t something she expected from Dae-Ho, he was usually a hothead when it came to family and injustice, but he was showing levelheadedness that she only expected from the other one.
“We’re not going to fight you, Mother,” Pan Jin said, joining Dae-Ho and took his free hand in hers. “And no. I didn’t join the Myo Mi-Sun fan club because I knew when I was a little girl that I had family out there that might love me,” her words trailed off and she shook her head. “I did it because it gave me hope that I could more than the local drunk’s bastard daughter.”
And now things were starting to make sense.
“That’s why Aunty was fighting with her husband,” Dae-Ho said, as if now the pieces had finally fallen into place. “You actually managed to sleep with him, most likely that was why he stopped drinking all together after that. You got knocked up by my uncle, Rain’s father,” he said.
Lucien really wished he would have had time to prepare them for this, but he was still waiting for the DNA results from Seon Rain; Kita wouldn’t give him a sample without Rain’s consent.
“Pan Jin, you are my half-sister,” Dae-Ho said, his eyes never leaving those of his mother. “And you are Seon Rain’s half-sister. I am so sorry it took so long for us to find you-”
“You didn’t know I existed,” Pan Jin reminded him, trying to maintain a strong front so their mother didn’t know how much she had hurt her.
“It’ll forever be something I will beg forgiveness for,” Dae-Ho said. “Leaving you in the care of this vile monster demands atonement for many lifetimes to come,” he scathingly added, pointing the baton at their mother.
“Watch what your tongue, you little bastard,” his mother warned.
“No,” Dae-Ho said, the unmistakable sound of a threat in his tone. “This is the last time you will ever see my sister and me in person. If you try to seek us out, if you try to squeeze either of us or my father for money, or a headline, I will bury you.”
Pan Jin smirked. “No, Brother. That isn’t us. We are better than her.”
“Are we? Because I am feeling very murdery at the moment,” Dae-Ho informed her, sounding just like Rain when he did.
Pan Jin smirked. “As am I, but we are better than her. Always have been, and that’s why she abandoned you and made me miserable for my entire life,” she said; now so much made sense and she was livid over it. “If she tries anything, we will just have our French mommy take care of it for us. After all, Madame Blanchar was a Company woman with multiple governments and that was what she excelled at: making people disappear,” she mused with a smirk, and Dae-Ho smirked as well.
Their mother paled considerably.
“Yes, you talked to her while we were in Italy,” Pan Jin confirmed. “She will not think twice about snapping your neck and disposing of the body, even if she has to use diplomatic immunity to get away with it.”
Lucien struggled to keep from chuckling; his mother would find much amusement in that threat, and if he wasn’t careful, his mother would actually take them up on the offer of a body disposal.
“Heed our warning, Mother,” they sneered in unison.
When they turned to leave, their mother grabbed for them.
In return, Dae-Ho stabbed the baton into her stomach to push her away from Pan Jin, and in the process he accidentally hit the button.
The woman convulsed violently before landing on the floor, groaning and semi-conscious.
Their eyes were wide and mouths hung open.
That wasn’t what Dae-Ho had meant to do.
“Is she dead?” Pan Jin asked.
The woman on the floor groaned then farted, loudly, causing them to laugh.
“Ew,” Pan Jin said.
“That one had texture. Nasty,” Dae-Ho said, shivering. “Let’s get you home where you belong, Little Sister.”
Hand in hand they walked out the door, leaving it open since their mother changed the locks, and Lucien walked behind them, making sure they weren’t ambushed from behind.
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