PART 1
Yujin stared at the glowing warning in disbelief. "The system literally was the reason she parked there,that's what she gets for listening to it," she muttered.
The security guard stepped in, looking like he just wanted to go home. "Miss, please just move along"
"He hit my scooter!" she snapped, gesturing wildly like she was presenting evidence to a jury.
The driver sighed like his soul had left his body three years ago. "We don't have time for this."
Golden Son pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly over the whole scene. "Move it. Pay her. I don't care."
The driver, with all the enthusiasm of someone tossing crumbs to a pigeon, hurled a few bills at her feet.
Yujin stared at the money. Her fingers itched to pick it up… and hurl it right at his expensive, smug, CEO face.
Yujin stared at the crumpled bills on the ground, then looked back up at the two men like she was debating whether it was worth a lawsuit or a scene. Her fingers itched to pick up the money just so she could launch it straight at Golden Son's smugged face.
But then her chest tightened.
Grandma is waiting. Focus.
With a muttered curse under her breath, she snatched the bills off the ground and shoved them into her pocket like it hurt her pride to do so.
"This isn't over," she snapped, shooting the Golden Son a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
Then, true to Yujin fashion, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the hospital entrance still forgetting, in her righteous fury, that her scooter was lying pathetically on its side, like a sad robot begging for help.
The security guard blinked, flustered. "Wait you didn't even move your !"
"I'll be back!" she yelled over her shoulder, not slowing down.
The driver, half out of his seat with his seatbelt already off, looked ready to chase after her like some overpaid chihuahua with a vendetta. "She just left it there?!"
The Golden Son didn't even glance at him. His gaze lingered on the hospital doors she'd disappeared through. His jaw ticked.
Then, annoyingly… he smirked.
"Don't chase her," he said calmly, adjusting his cuff. "Just move the scooter. Somewhere out of the way."
The driver hesitated. "Sir?"
"She's not worth the scene," Golden Son said, but the smirk on his face lingered longer than he intended. "Yet."
Part 2
The sterile white hallways blurred around her as Yujin sprinted toward Room 1012, her footsteps echoing against the linoleum like a ticking clock. She weaved between doctors in white coats, nurses pushing carts, and anxious visitors clinging to hope. Her lungs burned, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. The encounter in the parking lot was still a fresh burn behind her eyes but it didn't matter. Not now.
Grandma came first.
Just ahead, she spotted her uncle, pacing in tight, jerky lines near the room's doorway. His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes hollow and red-rimmed like he hadn't blinked in hours.
"Uncle!" she called out, breath catching.
He turned at her voice, relief flickering through his worry. "Yujin, you're here."
She barely slowed, reaching for the door handle. "How is she?"
"Stable, for now," he said with a sigh that seemed to drain years off his face. "But the doctors said it was close. If she doesn't get proper treatment soon…" His voice cracked, trailing off as he rubbed his face with a trembling hand.
Yujin's heart twisted like a towel wrung too tight. Her fingers closed around the handle, and she pushed into the room.
It felt colder inside.
Her grandmother looked impossibly small beneath the stark white sheets, her body a fragile silhouette hooked to humming machines. A nasal cannula fed her oxygen, and her skin once warm and sun-kissed cb now looked paper-thin. Her eyelids fluttered at the sound of footsteps, and then slowly opened.
"Halmeoni…" Yujin whispered, her throat tight as she approached the bed.
Her grandmother's lips parted slightly, offering a weary smile that barely curved. "You came fast, child."
"Of course I did," Yujin choked, kneeling beside her and gripping her hand. It felt too cold, too light. Like holding snow.
A soft chime echoed in her vision silent to everyone but her.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Estimated Recovery: Dependent on Medical Intervention]
[Financial Estimate: ₩30,000,000 Required]
Thirty million won.
The number blared in her vision, but it may as well have been carved into her chest. That was more than she had seen in her lifetime. Her ears rang as reality sank its claws in.
Her uncle spoke behind her, voice quieter now. "The hospital's willing to start the treatment… but we need to pay a deposit. Soon."
Yujin didn't turn around. Her grip on her grandmother's hand only tightened. "I'll figure something out," she said, though the words tasted like dust.
Her grandmother's hand moved slightly, a weak squeeze. "You always try to be strong, little one…"
Yujin forced a smile that nearly broke her face. "You just rest, Halmeoni. I'll handle everything."
But even as the words left her lips, a storm was gathering in her chest. Her savings were laughable. Her job prospects? Bleak. And even the system The supposedly miraculous helper had yet to prove it was anything more than a glorified illusion. It hadn't brought her any closer to a billionaire, let alone one willing to save her grandmother's life.
No billionaire, no miracles just vague tasks and broken promises when she needed real help the most.
Was this really something she could fix?
A small beep from one of the machines drew her attention back to the hospital room.
The time to cry would come later. For now, she had to move.
She had to survive.
And she had to find a way to raise ₩30,000,000 before it was too late.
PART 3
Fifteenth floor. A stark contrast from the tense quiet of the hospital rooms below.
The Kang Corporation conference room was lined with glass windows overlooking the city. The table was long, the air thick with unspoken rivalry.
At the head of the table sat Kang Hyun-Soo, the company's formidable CEO and father of the three individuals sitting before him. His fingers drummed rhythmically against the polished wood, betraying his growing irritation.
To his right sat Kang juwon, his firstborn sonthe Golden Son leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. With his flawless suit, expensive watch, and air of effortless superiority, he looked every bit the heir people assumed him to be.
Across from him, his younger half-brother, Kang Jisoo, sat forward, barely restraining his irritation. Unlike Jisoo, who exuded cold calculation, Juwon's emotions simmered just beneath the surface.
At either end of the table, their mothers sat. Madam Seo, Jisoo's mother, radiated a poised, icy demeanor, while Madam Clarissa, Juwon's mother, held a softer but equally sharp presence.
And then there was Kang Mirae the adopted daughter. She sat in a relaxed posture, fingers absentmindedly twirling a pen. Unlike her brothers, she wasn't caught in the fight for succession. She enjoyed the chaos.