The doctor that had stitched up Kang Chan’s waist and shoulder came by to treat them. The son hid his wounds, and the father hid the identity of his illness to appear healthy. However, neither did so with bad intentions.

Just as Kang Chan was thinking about calling Kim Hyung-Jung, the latter called him instead just at the right time.

- Mr. Kang Chan, how’s your father doing?

“I’m at the hospital, and he’s a lot better, thanks to you.”

- Do you have some time to spare in the afternoon?

“I’m not sure. I’m in my father’s room right now.”

Kang Dae-Kyung, who was in front of Kang Chan, gestured that he should go.

“Yes! I think we can meet up.”

- Then please give me a call when you’re leaving the hospital.

“Will do.”

When Kang Chan ended the call, Kang Dae-Kyung looked at Kang Chan as if he was curious about the phone call.

“It’s manager Kim. He wants to see me today,” Kang Chan told Kang Dae-Kyung.

“You should go. No matter how important of a role you took on, you shouldn’t disrespect adults.”

“Alright.”

It felt good that his father was worried about these things for him.

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