— How's the wound? — Yonnae asked as she stepped into her son's office, her husband right behind her. The dim light inside clashed with the bright daylight outside.
— Healing. — Jun-ho replied without lifting his eyes from the report. — Still hurts a little when I take a deep breath.
— You should be at home. Spending the end of the year with Salin. — Kun said, his tone not bothering to hide the reproach.
— I am spending it with him. — Jun-ho replied flatly. — This is part of the life I chose too.
— You have thirty direct subordinates. — Kun shot back, firm, clearly tired of this argument.
Jun-ho slowly looked up.
— Is that why you're here?
— It's Christmas. We wanted to see you two. Just a quick visit. — Yonnae said, offering a small, soft smile. — I just didn't expect to find you here. Are you sure you're okay?
— Everything's fine. Salin and I are both fine.
Kun leaned forward slightly, eyes sharp.
— Is this child from the rumors? Are we really grandparents?
