Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Larmes - Tears

Les larmes sont la façon dont le cœur parle quand les lèvres ne peuvent exprimer la douleur ressentie.

Translation: "Tears are how the heart speaks when the lips cannot express the pain felt"

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In the luxurious living room of their sprawling mansion, an air thick with tension hung heavy, accentuated only by the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. The brown haired girl, her usually confident demeanor replaced by evident unease, stood near the fireplace, her hands nervously clasped together.

On the plush couch opposite her, Mr. Lim sat with furrowed brows, lost in deep thought. His wife, positioned between them, shifted anxiously in her seat, her gaze darting back and forth between her husband and their daughter.

With a heavy sigh, the man turned to face the younger, his expression grave. "Harin, the election is looming closer with each passing day. Do you realize the magnitude of what could happen if this issue gets out? And on top of that, you're an athlete, with the Olympics just around the corner. Have you considered the impact on your reputation if this were to come to light?"

As Harin drew in a deep breath, she lifted her gaze to meet her father's stern expression. "Appa," she began, her voice steady, "she deserves far worse. I don't regret a single thing."

Mr. Lim's reaction was immediate. He leapt from his seat, his face flushed with anger, teetering on the edge of explosion. But before he could unleash his fury, Harin's mother stepped in, her voice trembling with fear as she reached out to restrain him.

"Yeobo, please," she urged, her eyes pleading with her husband. "Calm down. She's still young, and kids her age can be impulsive. Let's approach this calmly. Please, let's not start anything we'll regret."

With a deep breath and tightly pursed lips, the middle-aged man struggled to keep his anger in check. "Harin, it's not about whether she deserves it or not. And it's not just about her potentially damaging your reputation. You're forgetting who's backing her— Hwang Hyunjin. Do you honestly think she won't exploit this? Hajun might not support her, but if Hyunjin is willing to go to extreme lengths to drag us all into this, do you really believe any of you are safe?"

Looking up at her father with unwavering determination, the brown-haired girl spoke resolutely. "Appa, even if she shouts to the whole world what we've done to her, it still wouldn't even come close to what she's put innocent students through."

With a frustrated sigh, the middle-aged man couldn't contain his concern any longer. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is? I don't want my only child getting tangled up with that Kim Ki Jung's family and risking losing my daughter."

Harin's head snapped towards her father, her brows knit in shock. "Appa, you know her dad?" There was no response from her father, only a look of surprise with widened eyes, as if he had accidentally revealed something he shouldn't have. Sensing there was more to his words, Harin pressed on. "What do you mean by 'lose your daughter'? You obviously know something, appa."