Chapter 464: Will Give His Retribution

“I’ll go find her,” Tae-Ho told Mi-Cha before walking out of the room and following the path the men at the door pointed for him that Eun-sun had taken.

He hadn’t walked too far when he saw her standing in front of the elevator with slumped shoulders, and the elevator doors widely opened for her, but she wasn’t getting in.

He walked and stopped beside her. “You’re not getting in, are you?” His aloof voice weaved into her ears, and Eun-sun robotically turned to look at him with tear-glistening eyes, but she wasn’t embarrassed by them.

Eun-sun hazily gazed at him. Though his dark glasses covered his eyes, she still looked at him.

“You should come to see him.” Tae-Ho blankly told her and walked into the elevator, leaving her to make up her mind and join him.

Eun-sun’s eyes slowly trailed after him. She blankly stared at him as he held the door and waited for her.

Eun-sun wasn’t sure she wanted to see Dan-Han at the moment. After seeing the state her father was in, she wasn’t sure she had it in her to see Dan-Han. She hadn’t seen the state he was in, but her imagination was running wild, and she feared she might die on the spot when she saw him or heard about the state he was in.

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“Miss Eun-sun,” Tae-Ho called, snapping her out of whatever thought she was lost in as she kept staring at him.

He wasn’t the type to sympathise or comfort people, but he knew it would be better if she followed him and saw Dan-Han. That was the only way she would be at peace.

“The boss would be better with you around.” He flatly told her.

Eun-sun wasn’t sure about that. Her presence in people’s life didn’t do them any good or make them better; rather, it made them worse.

She had promised herself and Dan-Han that she wouldn’t think such deprecating thoughts about herself anymore, but life was bringing the reality of those thoughts to her face, and she couldn’t help but feel herself reverting into that place she didn’t want to be.

Eun-sun stood still before taking a slow step into the elevator. Her heart panged as the door closed, and they rode the elevator to the next floor.

Eun-sun felt her heart thump heavily as she followed after Tae-Ho. A part of her wanted to run back to the elevator and head straight for the lobby and run as far as her legs could take her. Maybe to an airport, where she’d buy a ticket to the farthest place she could think of.

But despite how inclined she was to follow that thought, she found her feet following after Tae-Ho till he stopped before a door and opened it for her.

Eun-sun stood at the entrance as her heart beat faster than usual. Her feet felt heavy, and she was unwilling to go in.

She turned to Tae-Ho, patiently standing by her side, and her eyes shifted back into the room. She could see his feet at the end of the bed, and as if it beckoned to her, she took a cautious step into the room and then another.

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Eun-sun paused when he came into view, and she saw his face.

“Dan-Han,” She whispered out his name, and as if her feet were being controlled, she rushed over to him. His eyes were closed, but they seemed tired. His dark, sleek hair was a mess, his jaw was tight, and even his lips were parched.

Eun-sun’s eyes felt heavy with tears as her trembling hand reached for his face. She gently stroked it as she muttered his name, “Dan-Han?” She softly called, but there was no response from him. His brows didn’t move like every time she had called his name when he slept.

She turned to Tae-Ho, who walked into the room after her. “He got shot on his left flank. The doctors have taken out the bullet. They said he’ll be fine as soon as the anaesthesia wears off.” He told her, omitting the part where the doctor had said the bullet had barely missed an organ because he didn’t want to scare her, and the man in question might even come at him when he woke up for scaring her.

Tears rolled down her cheek as she returned her gaze to him. She let her fingers trail down his cheek as her tears fell on him.

“When will he wake up?” She turned to Tae-Ho and asked.

“In a few hours,” Tae-Ho replied. “You should rest on the couch while I call someone to properly look at your arm.” He said.

Eun-sun looked at the arm he was talking about. She had received treatment at the station, so she didn’t think she needed another. And even if she did, she wasn’t in the mood to receive one.

“I’m fine.” She said to him. “Did that man do this?” She asked, and Tae-Ho nodded.

“Yes,” His face darkened as he replied, and so did Eun-sun.

She couldn’t believe that man would dare hurt Dan-Han. He must have hated that Dan-Han had thwarted his plan, but he had no right to lay hands on her man. No one did.

No one had the right to hurt him, her father, or anyone around him.

As if Tae-Ho could feel and see the anger in her, he spoke up. “You shouldn’t bother yourself about it. President Lee doesn’t forgive on such matters.” He darkly said with a tone that carried a foreboding feeling. He made it sound like Dan-Han was going to demand heads for what had happened, and as much as she’d like for them to pay, she didn’t want him to do something crazy.

This wasn’t the first time an attempt had been made on Dan-Han’s life, especially since he didn’t solely focus on the business world but influenced what happens in the underworld. He didn’t own a cartel like the mafia lords, but Dan-Han was a force to be reckoned with. He was ruthless when he wanted to be, and he showed no mercy, and that’s why Tae-Ho was sure it was going to be a blood bath after now.

Even if Yong-Gun and his minions sort asylum in jail, Dan-Han will look for them to the ends of the earth, and he was going to be the hand that carried out this retribution.

“You should stay by his side. I’ll go ask someone to come look at your arm.” He said and walked out, giving her no room to refuse him.

Eun-sun watched him as he left. Though his voice was cold and coarse, and he seemed like a detached person, she believed he was very loyal to Dan-Han, hence why he seemed to be in charge now that Dan-Han was wounded.

Eun-sun sat beside Dan-Han and cupped his hand. She raised it to her lips and placed a kiss on it. “Honey, please do wake up. I promise not to be weak again and look after you with all I have. Please.” She earnestly pleaded.

She meant every word she had said. She was going to be strong, even more than she was before she met Dan-Han until she started to lean on him. He took all of her defences and made her trust and lean on him for everything.

She knew he liked it this way, but she didn’t think she could continue to be so. It had felt great knowing there was someone who wanted to take her battles and fight for her. It was nice having someone who didn’t want her to struggle or fight for what others got so easily. Dan-Han was someone who’d bring the world to her feet to make her happy, and she was happy to have him, but it was time she let go of all that and become the kind of woman he needs at his side.

And that woman was someone who’d fight the kind of battles he fought. Someone who could also offer him protection and fight for him, and this was the kind of woman she would become.

She was going to let go of all her fears and hesitation just to be with him and her family.

Her heart broke when she thought about her father again. She had only met him, and she was already on the verge of losing him. She was going to ensure Yong-Gun paid for what he had done to her family and her man.

Away from there, Yong-Gun sipped his glass as he stared into the night.

He turned around when he heard Stephen’s footsteps as he walked into the room.

“Is he dead?” He asked, and Stephen shook his head.

Yong-Gun frowned at his answer. “Can you get to him?” He asked, and his frown deepened when Stephen shook his head.

“No.” He replied. “Dan-Han is out, but he sent for his right-hand man, Tae-Ho.”

“That ex-mercenary?” Yong-Gun asked in mild surprise, and Stephen nodded.

Yong-Gun sighed at that. He knew about Dan-Han’s lucky charm man, Tae-Ho, who had been a secret op agent before becoming an underground mercenary. Many didn’t know of his background, but those that knew wondered how Dan-Han had made him loyally work for him all these years.

“I guess he was the one that made those shots.” Yong-Gun reasoned while Stephen nodded.

“Yes,” Stephen replied.

“If they’re protecting him now, we must do something else.” He said. “When is the next surgery?” He inquired.

“Tomorrow.”

Yong-Gun nodded satisfactorily. “Good. Find the doctor. Take his son hostage, and let him do the job during the surgery if he ever wants to see his son again.” He ordered, and Stephen nodded.