Mi-kyong almost toppled onto her back as soon as the beeping sound echoed across the rooftop.
She quickly turned to gather all their supplies and hide, only for the door to burst open.
Her eyes darted to the figures who entered, and she froze.
Short black hair with one side neatly slicked back. A face devoid of any emotion.
It was her father, Kim Ha-joon.
'How did he find me?'
Ha-joon, who hadn't seen his daughter for over six months, didn't wear the expression of a parent longing for their child, but that of a merchant about to discard livestock.
"Kim Mi-kyong..." he began in a harsh tone. "Where is the thug?"
Mi-kyong pressed her lower lip between her teeth.
He had found out.
She was certain of it.
Even if he didn't know, her swollen stomach was proof enough.
Yet she wasn't planning on betraying Beom-seok.
She would rather die a hundred times over than do that.
With a wide grin that revealed too much, she answered:
"I don't know who you're speaking of."
