The city air was brisk as Yeongsoo stepped out of the hotel, the familiar hum of bustling traffic and distant conversations filling the void left by the silence in the suite. His steps were measured, unhurried, as though he had merely concluded a business meeting. The scent of rain lingered in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood still clinging to his hands despite the thorough cleaning.
He tightened the cuffs of his shirt, his expression unreadable. Yet beneath his composed demeanor, a storm churned. The weight of his actions wasn't lost on him—he'd crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But for Haeun and their child, there had been no other option. Bai Youran had left him no choice.