Jungtae and Owen both turned when the door opened.
Owen's eyes widened instantly.
The man who stepped inside filled the doorway with his presence alone. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed expensively neat despite visiting the hospital. His gaze locked onto Owen first…hard, assessing…then shifted to Jungtae.
Daeho closed the door behind him.
"Well, well" he said calmly, his voice low and cold, "so you must be Han Jungtae."
Jungtae stiffened.
Before he could respond, Owen snapped.
"What are you doing here?!"
Daeho's eyes flicked back to his son, sharp and displeased.
"I'm your father," he said flatly. "Where else would I be when my son is making headlines?"
He stepped further into the room. Jungtae instinctively took a step back, moving aside as Daeho approached the bed.
Daeho looked Owen over slowly, to Owen's bandaged stomach, IV line, and pale face.
