Chapter 203
Seoul, Korea
University Hospital of Seoul
Rain and Wei sat on a cot together, watching a video on his mobile phone, waiting for the doctor to release them.
Thirteen staples in his head and a concussion, and nine stitches on her arm to close the wound, they were now waiting to be released.
The hospital might have to keep Wei for observation; they’ll know more once the CAT scan on his head comes back.
Kita held Rain’s hand while they stitched her arm up. She was no stranger to stitches, but she humored him by appearing as if she needed him to hold her hand and tell her it was going to be all right.
Then, Rain held Wei’s hand while they stapled the split in his scalp; it was his first time getting stitches or staples and he was scared.
Kita went to check on his parents and brother, and to make sure Riku got there and didn’t make a scene; it was at Rain’s request.
“I cannot believe I haven’t seen this one before,” Wei said, starting the next episode on his mobile phone.
Rain smiled. “It is one of my favorites. I discovered it when I was eleven, but not many in our generation have heard of it or the actors. Watching this drama helped me learn timing and the proper way to cry on camera.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Casting Directors usually cast young actors and actresses that can cry on demand, because most roles for a drama is a flashback to a traumatic event and the kid has to cry in it. Ugly crying was a big thing for a while. I kind broke that mold. I refused to ugly cry.”
Wei chuckled. “You cry in a classy way, one that makes the viewer tear up, too… I know I did a few times when watching your films.”
She blushed.
“I’m serious. I contemplated trying to get into acting in hopes of being on screen with you,” he said.
“Uh huh,” Rain scoffed. “You are a musician, one that is trying to get out of playing for me,” she said with a smirk. “Staples in the head and a concussion won’t get you out of performing for me,” she teased.
He blushed. “Dang. I was hoping,” he teased in return.
Agent Han rushed into the triage room, looking frantic. “Wei?” he stammered, hurrying over to them. “What happened?” he asked, his hands fluttering over his son, trying to figure out what he could do to help him.
Wei sighed. “Hey, Dad. I’m sorry. I guess I suck at being a guard because I nearly got Myo Mi-Sun killed.”
He looked between the two. “You were supposed to be on a desk. Not acting as personal protection. They promised me you would be safe!” he said.
Wei groaned. “Seriously? You had them put me on a boring desk?!” he whined. “First of all, that is very insulting to the training you subjected me to between piano lessons. Second, the freak came down through the ceiling and literally got the drop on me. Third, I’m not the one that was shot. She is,” he said, pointing at Rain’s arm.
Agent Han looked between them then to Rain’s bandaged arm. “Who did this to you?” he demanded.
“Imperial Guard,” they said in unison before chuckling.
His eyes widened.
“Please refrain from demanding atonement at the moment,” Rain said. “Charges, many, many charges and allegations, are being prepared to bring against her, and this will be added to the lengthy list.”
That snapped him out of it.
“I am sorry,” Agent Han said. “But that is no longer an option.”
“Come on, Dad,” Wei complained. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you didn’t go for blood first since you’re so protective of me. The Japanese will take care of the problem and annoyance.”
Agent Han shook his head; his son was as passionate as his mother, and just as oblivious to the darkness of the world around them. “Son, no. Regardless of her attacking my only child and someone under the protection of the Imperial Family, this Guard’s actions have solidified them as the suspect of interest in the bombing that nearly killed Lucien Yasuhiro.”
Rain’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? It was my stalker that did it,” she argued. “The one we’ve been looking for.”
Agent Han went to the door and made sure no one was lingering in the hallway before closing the door behind him. “It may have been, but that Guard found your stalker before your security team did, and supplied them with C4 (explosives).”
Wei looked from his father to Rain and his heart broke when he saw the tears staining her cheeks. “How is that possible, Dad?” he asked, wiping away Rain’s tears.
“This is off the record,” Agent Han said. “But it is in the record that hasn’t been handed over to Murai Yasuhiro or Evie Blanchar yet. Explosives all have unique identifiers, almost like DNA, and no two are the same. Those explosives are linked back to Russia.”
Rain gave him a look. “What does that have to do with the Imperial Family?” she asked, confused.
“Because it was confiscated from a Japanese shipping vessel that a Russian terrorist cell tried to blow up,” Agent Han said. “The explosives were supposed to be destroyed once the case was out of the courts. In transit to the disposal site, some of it went missing and apparently surfaced in a residential district in Seoul.”
That means, Lucien truly was nearly killed because of her and Kita. First Will lost four of his children, and now Kita might lose his brother…
That wasn’t what any of them signed up for!
Rain’s eyes widened and it was suddenly hard to breathe. The room started swaying from side to side, her empty stomach had flipped and flopped more than once, and she started to get lightheaded.
“Myo Mi-Sun?” Wei asked when Rain’s eyes rolled back and she fell off the cot.
Agent Han barely caught her before she hit the floor. “I should have seen that coming,” he dryly commented. “Son, please get a nurse.”
Wei nodded and hopped off the cot and hurried to the door to get help.
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