#82. Mask

“Yes, Mother. Don’t worry. I’ll give him a good talk and we’ll head over together. Yes, yes. I’ll call you before we head out, Mother,” Angela said on the phone.

Things were getting progressively worse. Angela’s voice was so tender that Kim Jin-Woo was getting goosebumps from listening to her.

“Yes, Mother. Rest well.” As Angela ended the call with a smile on her face, her gaze met Kim Jin-Woo’s, and she shrugged.

“What are you up to?” Kim Jin-Woo asked.

“What do you think? I’m helping Mother alleviate her worries about her son, because her son hasn’t even shown himself in months due to how insensitive he is,” Angela responded.

Even the way Angela responded to Kim Jin-Woo had become way too natural. If a stranger had seen the way she was behaving, they might have assumed she was a perfect, good-natured daughter-in-law.

“No, I mean, why are you…” Kim Jin-Woo began.

From his point of view, this was an absurd turn of events. She had been sent to keep her distance and protect his family, but now, she was about to take on the role of the daughter-in-law. No, in fact, she was already doing that.

“She’s just a nice and sweet girl. She must have suffered a lot of hardship abroad, but she’s so pretty and has no wrinkles on her at all. So don’t think otherwise and...