(POV: Ahn Min-jae – A Dangerous Move)
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The First Strike
The next morning, I woke up to chaos.
Soo-min's frantic voice pulled me out of sleep. I grabbed my phone, my heart pounding.
"Min-jae, he's doing something!" she said, her voice shaking.
"What happened?" I asked sharply, already pulling on a shirt.
"Social services showed up at my door."
My blood ran cold.
"They said they received a report that I'm an unfit mother," she continued, panic lacing her words. "That I've been neglecting our daughter!"
I grabbed my car keys and rushed out. "Don't let them take her. I'm on my way."
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A Fight for Family
When I arrived at Soo-min's apartment, I found two social workers standing in the living room. Soo-min was holding our daughter tightly, her eyes blazing with anger.
I stepped inside, my presence immediately shifting the atmosphere.
"Mr. Ahn?" one of the workers asked, glancing at me.
"What's going on here?" I demanded.
"We received an anonymous report about child neglect and potential danger to the child's well-being," one of them explained. "We are required to investigate."
I clenched my jaw. "And where did this report come from?"
The woman hesitated. "We can't disclose that."
Of course, they couldn't. But I already knew the answer.
My father.
He wasn't going to fight me openly. He was going to destroy us from the shadows.
I turned to the workers, my voice dangerously calm. "You have no evidence of neglect because there is none. If you want to investigate, go ahead. But if this is an attempt to take my daughter, I promise you'll regret it."
One of them looked uneasy. The other simply nodded. "We're only here to ensure the child's safety. If everything checks out, there won't be an issue."
I sat down, my eyes never leaving them as they conducted their so-called evaluation.
Soo-min was perfect—our daughter was well-fed, well-cared for, and happy. But that wasn't the point.
This was a warning.
A taste of what was coming.
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A Declaration of War
After the workers left, Soo-min collapsed onto the couch, running a hand through her hair.
"He won't stop, will he?" she whispered.
I sat beside her, taking her hand in mine. "No. But neither will I."
Her eyes met mine. "Min-jae… what if he takes it further? What if he tries to take her legally?"
I exhaled slowly.
"Then we make sure he never gets the chance."
This wasn't just a fight for my daughter.
This was war.
And I wasn't going to lose.
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