A knock on the room's door made him quickly wipe away his tears, then he asked Woojin to enter, accompanied by the doctor.
"Hello, Mr. Jeon."
Jungkook stood up and shook hands with the doctor, his expression frozen, then stepped back slightly, allowing him to examine his wife to determine the underlying cause of her fatigue.
Even though her psychological state also played a major role in her fatigue.
He knew full well that she had stopped taking her medication and had stopped seeing her psychiatrist, and that wasn't in her best interest.
If depression took hold of her again, it would be difficult for him to control her and break her out of her dark spiral.
"I gave her a fever reducer, and I'll examine that blood sample to ensure she didn't take any sedatives that affected her condition. As soon as the results are out, I'll inform you. Until then, I advise you not to let her get too emotional. Jungkook, if Kristen goes back to taking those doses of sedatives that affected her again, I wouldn't rule out her doing what she did again."
His words as he placed the cannula in her hand after taking the blood sample and placing it in the bag made his heart pound with fear.
The seriousness of his words about her condition, which would inevitably worsen due to any medication she took, as well as the psychological stress she would experience with Melissa's presence, would make her do what she did last time.
But they don't know that she's already taken four pills in one day to calm her emotions at her family's house!
Kristen's presence in a place where someone she hates, like Melissa, won't do her any good, especially since he won't be around much!
"Jungkook, you must be aware of the seriousness of her condition because I won't hesitate to hospitalize her and bring in her psychiatrist to help with her treatment."
"Do you think my wife has a serious illness that you'd hospitalize her, Jack?"
With sarcasm and barely controlled anger, he grabbed the collar of Dr. Jack, his friend who was monitoring Kristen's condition.
Woojin quickly intervened, trying to keep Jungkook away from Jack and prevent him from doing anything rash.
"Jungkook, is this the right time for you to fight?" Consider Kristen's condition. At least provide her with calm and control your emotions.
With intense hatred, he moved his hand away from Jack, who was calm and considerate of his friend's condition.
Kristen's mental and physical illness was a sensitive topic for him, as he had dealt with her most intense anger and breakdowns, categorically refusing to let her go to a psychiatric hospital.
His wife isn't crazy enough to commit her to a hospital; she's merely suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
"Let me hear you, Jack. I know my wife's condition better than you or any other doctor. No one else knows what she's going through better than me. Don't expect me to be oblivious to anything happening around her. She's my wife, a part of my soul...!"
His sharp eyes and deep, masculine tone, filled with anguish, were intended to convey to them the idea that no treatment would bring results for his wife.
Why don't they understand that he spent more than two years bringing her to psychiatrists to help her overcome her depression, and her condition didn't improve at all?!
Why don't they realize that this person spent a week locking himself in their room, closing any window or balcony in the room, so that she wouldn't act rashly?
Do they not know that he wouldn't sleep at night unless she was in his arms, making her feel safe, while her condition required hospitalization for psychiatric treatment?!
No one has the right to talk about her illness, not even her, because he certainly wouldn't be able to control himself from hurting her.
"Jungkook, calm down. We don't say..."
"Don't say anything because I don't want anyone to talk about my wife. I've examined her and it's over. You two can leave now."
When Woojin spoke helplessly, Jungkook cut him off sternly. He didn't want to see anyone at this time.
Jack sighed at the thought of that stone-faced bastard and left with Woojin, who cursed the moment he'd arrived in Dubai.
Ever since he entered Jihoon's house, his headache hasn't gone away from his problems with his wives, his work problems, and the latest problem was the attack on his house. All this, and he'd barely been in Dubai for two days!!!!
If all this happened in just two days, how will he be able to bear what's next in these two months?
A long, tired sigh escaped him after he locked the door behind them, leaving him and the woman sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was happening around her.
He walked towards her with heavy steps, crouching in front of the bed on her left. Very gently, he took her hand and planted a deep kiss on her back.
"Do you know how much my heart breaks for you?" How much I suffer without saying a word? How much I long for comfort, but I never find it? How much I miss him.
He raised his hand tremblingly, placing it on her flat stomach and stroking it very slowly, barely moving it.
"I remember the first time he moved inside you, how happy you were that he responded to your voice and finally moved. Our child was the only thing that eased the bitterness of our lives."
His breath trembled as a burning lump settled in his throat, making him press his lips tightly between his teeth, those memories refusing to leave his mind.
"What was the little one's sin that they deprived us of him? What sin did he commit that they killed us with his death? They killed us the moment he died!"
"They killed us."
He buried his head deep in the covers, crying like he had never cried in his life.
Despite his helplessness, his wife suffered because of her family. Despite his helplessness when she was hurt because of his family. Despite their child's death, she also suffered from depression and shock after his death, a state that continues to this moment.
She certainly hadn't gotten over the death of her child inside her womb at the end of her sixth month. She hadn't gotten over the moment she opened her eyes to find her stomach flat, devoid of her child...!
The pain she felt doubles the pain of this burning fire if you didn't feel your soul leaving its place, wanting to go to its little one.
"I swear I won't spare anyone now. I should have done this two years ago, but you forbade me so you wouldn't lose me like our child. But what now? I assure you I will never forgive anyone. I will make them taste the bitterness they made us taste double."
With hatred pouring from his heart before his voice, he spoke to her as if she was listening to him. His eyes were intensely red, as was his nose and cheeks from his crying, which undeniably eased the weight of his heart a little.
The person in front of you hasn't cried since the death of his child and his burial with his own hands. He buried his son with his own hands after they removed him from his mother's womb, dead...!
So don't you think he hasn't suffered as much pain as her? Do you think there is any pain more intense than a father burying his child who has yet to see life?
Life never stops dealing them blow after blow, one more powerful than the next, and they are nothing but helpless people in the face of it.
If their child were alive now, he would be two years old, but God decided to spare him the suffering he was about to endure, so He took him away...
They are unable to forget the past, but the difference between them is that Jungkook hides his pain behind a cold mask, while inside he's burning.
Kristen lives inside that shell, causing her to become disturbed and in a bad psychological state that led her to sever her vein...
Jungkook stood up, roughly wiping his tears, with one thing on his mind...
That night wouldn't pass without his promise to his sister being fulfilled, and the promise he made to himself being fulfilled as well! He wouldn't sleep a wink until he extinguished the fire burning in his heart.
He entered his dressing room, took out a black jacket with a black mask and tucked his weapon into the back of his pants. He then left the room after making sure Kristen was sleeping soundly and wasn't suffering from anything.
Her temperature is also starting to drop, so he's bringing his sister to stay with her until he returns. It's time for him to begin taking action against all their harmful actions against him and his wife.
He won't rest until he holds them accountable, one by one, starting with her family and even the filthy bastards who attacked his home and tried to kill his sister and his second wife, Melissa...!
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"You asked me before to take on a family that poses a political threat due to its dealings with foreign countries! And as you know, the Federal Police are handling Charlie, who has now captured their attention."
His eyes remained fixed on one spot, as he placed his phone to his ear and calmly spoke to the Colonel, his superior. He smiled sideways, understanding the intent of this malicious lieutenant.
"What happened that made you take on this mission, when you already have a dangerous mission to carry out, Jeon?" Colonel Min Han Yoon asked, certain of Jeon's answer, which clearly demonstrated his impatience with this family and its unbearable control.
"If you ignore the actions of a little bird who acts recklessly, it's not because you fear him, no, but because you carry enough inside you to distract you from him... But if this bird grows and grows wings and persists in its harmful actions, then we must cut off those wings and make him live in hell."
His eyes flared with the flames of revenge as he gripped the phone tightly, his gaze never wavering from his target.
"Pay close attention, Jeon. If the higher authorities find out you've been distracted from your primary mission, you'll be stripped of your rank as First Lieutenant. We also have no evidence of them smuggling state antiquities to other countries. Don't risk losing your life and career...!"
The Colonel's words didn't move a hair. How could he ask him not to draw attention to himself when he was about to play with explosions now?
His heart didn't even move when he said he'd be fired from his job. This person no longer cared about anything.
Neither his mission would stand in his way, nor would his work prevent him from burning down that family, the cause of the hell he'd lived through for years and continues to do so!
"Don't worry about a free lieutenant, sir! I worry about them because of my madness."
He put down the cordless phone and ended the call, knowing full well that his phone would be monitored. He left it at home and used the type of phone you'd carry in military camps.
Jungkook carefully considers every move he makes. He doesn't like to act rashly unless he has a plan in place and can create a backup plan if it fails.
So when the colonel assigns him a mission, he's confident that Jungkook won't fail. She's one of his strongest officers and has received many promotions, but he's always refused them.
He even attained the rank of general, but he preferred to be a lieutenant because his goal in all this wasn't promotion!
In fact, this cunning man wants to be the leader of the federation himself, and with this mission he's working on, he'll achieve what he wants...
It's not easy to know what's going on in the mind of a cunning fox like Jeon Jungkook.
"It's game time."
He leaned over to the silver rectangle and opened it. Inside was a long-range sniper rifle with high accuracy, day or night.
He assembled it in less than five seconds, given his extensive knowledge of all types of dangerous weapons.
He returned to his place and secured the rifle to its stand. Because it was pitch black, no one could see him, even though he was dressed in all black and had a mask covering his nose and mouth.
A large factory with two floors was heavily guarded, with numerous guards, armed with their weapons, protecting the front and rear.
Hundreds of them were inside, guarding the large quantities of antiquities and weapons that would be smuggled out the next day in the middle of the night on ships bound from Dubai to England, loaded with luxury cars.
The police had raided them before, even searching ships, but they found nothing. His wife's family had always skillfully evaded the police, but now how would they escape him?
He adjusted the rifle's angles to see what was happening through that small window, barely visible from the distant building. There was a room filled with explosive bombs.
A terrifying smile spread across his lips as he carefully identified his target before muttering in a completely cold tone, "You don't know how I felt when I lost my child and almost lost my wife!? Pffffff, pffffff! You've wounded a man born from the loins of a man who hates submission."
It was just one pull of the trigger and caused a huge explosion that reached the top floor because of the presence of this type of bomb there as well!
"Beautiful hell for you."
He straightened up, watching what he'd done with extreme pride, despite the world and the media. Tomorrow he'd talk about the tragedy he'd just caused.
That was the beginning of the hell he unleashed on them. It was the beginning of a new act of revenge, initiated by him.
Just as they and each of the two families had begun to strike back, this time he was the one who would reverse the blow and retaliate.