Unravelling

"Then why don't you believe that he actually died?" Yeom Tae asked. "Why do you believe us over the Jangs?" He asked confidently and fearlessly. 

Changmin scoffed, "Are you interrogating me right now?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. 

"No, Abeoji. I'm just curious." Yeom Tae replied, still staying as fearless as ever. 

"Jang Haejung…" Changmin said, "Her hobby is knitting." He added, "She knits a sweater on her late son's birthday. Each year, we see a bigger sweater. This year, we saw an adult sized one." He explained. "The maids say they deliver the sweaters somewhere, they don't know where…" 

Yeom Tae narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He wasn't sure if he wanted to trust Changmin for his words. 

"What if they just keep it somewhere in the house?" Yeom Tae raised a possibility. "You don't live there. How can you be so sure?" He asked, bringing rational possibilities to the forefront.