"Injustice that is not resisted gives birth to hatred that is unbearable." — Naguib Mahfouz
She held her phone, her features darkened, pain and grief filling every corner of her being. With a firm voice, she handed all the information to the police in front of everyone. Before she could stand, dizziness violently struck her head, accompanied by loud commotion outside.
Dina's father noticed Sirin's unsteady body and quickly caught her before she collapsed, startling everyone. Mr. Lee frowned deeply and said sharply:
"Damn it, this is not the time. Mr. Haworth (Dina's father), please take her out of here. Take her to the Camellio area—Madam Ji will be waiting for her. She'll recognize you immediately since you've visited Sirin's house before."
Dina's father replied, "Leave it to me. But what about the noise outside?"
Mr. Lee answered calmly, "I'll handle it. Don't worry. The rest of you should leave as well so her efforts won't go to waste."
John's father added, "Take care of yourself, and don't do anything reckless."
After those words, everyone left with Sirin, who had completely lost consciousness, while Mr. Lee stayed behind to deal with the furious visitor outside.
The visitor shouted angrily, "Do you even know who I am?! Let me meet your president! I just want cooperation—why all this arrogance, damn it—"
Mr. Lee cut him off coldly, "Know your boundaries, sir. Mind your manners. This is not a playground for you to roam as you please. We've already informed you that the president's schedule is full. You should understand that, as a businessman yourself."
His voice was firm and sharp, clearly irritated. Sirin's company had become one of the most successful after she took over its management, which only increased such disturbances.
Between the breezes of the wind
Youthful dreams hide in doubt
Between persistence and hesitation
Hardships fall like rain
Loss fills the soul
Ruin overtakes the being
What should I do? I don't know
Should I surrender, or fight until I reach my goal?
Tears and sighs call out
To a heart weary of waiting for success
How long will it endure this storm?
Dina's father arrived at the designated place, finding Madam Ji waiting with Sirin's driver. Alarmed, the driver rushed Sirin into the car, while Madam Ji thanked Dina's father sincerely.
Madam Ji said, "Thank you, Mr. Haworth, for bringing the young lady. I apologize for troubling you like this."
He replied, "No need. I owe her far more than this. Please take good care of her."
"Don't worry," Madam Ji said gently. "The doctor is waiting—we must leave now."
"Please keep us informed after the examination," Dina's father requested.
They parted ways. Dina's father left with a heavy heart, burdened by guilt. Though he was never as cruel as Sirin's father, recent events made him realize how gravely he had erred. His daughter—working tirelessly to support him and their family—had been his only pillar.
Sirin was rushed to the doctor. Her driver pleaded anxiously, "Please help her, doctor… Madam Ji tried to wake her on the way, but she wouldn't respond… she'll be okay, right?"
The doctor reassured him and carefully examined Sirin. Afterward, he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"She's extremely exhausted. Damn that bastard—how can he do this to her without his heart softening even once? She needs rest… but—"
Though his voice was calm, it carried sorrow and anger toward Sirin's father. Everyone suppressed their rage, helpless before the slow withering of that young woman.
The doctor left, and the house fell silent.
Morning light crept into the room. Sirin woke to her father's shouting. Weak, she descended the stairs—and wished she hadn't.
"What is this?! How dare you, you idiot?! Do you see what you've done?! Even if you worked your whole life, you wouldn't repay these clothes!"
The servant stammered, "S-sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—please forgive me—"
A gunshot echoed. The bullet pierced his skull, ending his life instantly—right before Sirin's eyes.
"Tsk, that fool ruined my day," her father said smugly. "But hahaha, he gave me a valuable treasure. Take him to our usual place and call the doctor—I want all his organs ready. Someone will pay a fortune for them."
He left proudly. Sirin, unseen, whispered with trembling fury:
Life has raged, and within its waves
I live among stabs of sorrow
Each stab is poison killing the heart
Tearing my veins apart
Enjoy yourself—but I will avenge every drop of blood. Mark my words, criminal.
She retreated, loneliness crushing her chest. Memories of that servant—his kindness, his care—ignited a fire of grief that would never fade.
"Good morning, my lady. I've prepared your favorite breakfast. Eat quickly so you won't be late."
His gentle smile once filled her with warmth.
"Thank you! This is exactly what I need—chocolate cake! Ah, perfect!"
Childlike joy had lived within a soul tortured beyond measure. He always tried to ease her pain in the simplest ways.
"You'll always be our little girl," he once laughed. "I'll cook your favorite lunch today—come home early, alright?"
That memory shattered, replaced by the image of his lifeless body being dragged away.
She went to university—now a suffocating place. Everyone hated her, believing the lies, indifferent to her pain.
"Watch where you're going—I almost fell, but you did instead!" John sneered after deliberately bumping into her.
But she didn't cry. She didn't react.
He froze. She's changed… those eyes aren't the same.
His conscience stirred—but he silenced it.
"The girl I loved never existed… she died."
At day's end, she went to the garden—once their secret sanctuary. Memories flooded back:
"Come here, Sirin. This place will be ours—you can bring those you love here."
"Really?! A secret place? Thank you, Dad! It's like a dream!"
She had called her uncle "father"—the one who gave her love and safety.
Later, her friends had gathered there… laughter, warmth, belonging.
Those memories faded as her phone rang.
"Miss, where are you? Please come back quickly—it's urgent."
"I'm on my way."
She returned home—only to face the monster again.
"I've been waiting. Prepare the chair—put her in it now. I have a big surprise for you."
"Let me go! Haven't you done enough?!"
But no one listened.
"Please, sir, don't do this!" Lulu begged.
He grabbed her by the neck.
"Who are you to question me? Women are nothing but trouble."
As Lulu struggled, Daigo intervened—
"Let her go, you bastard—"