Chapter 127. Whose at Fault?

"I speak Korean, so you can talk to me in Korean. Don't worry; I understand everything," Harper said confidently before the police officers in the room. "You don't need to find an interpreter. And my lawyer is Korean, so let's proceed."

With that declaration, Harper fell silent, her mind racing as she contemplated her actions. Since when had she become the one to act so recklessly? She had always prided herself on being the epitome of virtue and patience, the calm in the storm. This version of herself—a woman who had resorted to violence—felt foreign, unsettling. It was a side of her she had never confronted before.

"But it felt good," she muttered under her breath in German, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

"What felt good?" the lawyer asked, responding in the same language, surprising Harper with his fluency.