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(S02) Chapter 32

The hospital break room was unusually lively that afternoon. Seok Kyung was leaning against the counter, sipping her iced coffee with a smirk, while Ha-Ya sat on the couch, dramatically fanning herself as if she were exhausted from an imaginary workload. Woo Joon, ever the instigator, was sprawled on a chair, stirring his coffee lazily while throwing in snarky comments whenever he could.

“I swear, if I hear one more patient say, ‘Oh, you’re too young to be a doctor,’ I might start aging out of spite,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.

Seok Kyung snorted. “You should take it as a compliment. Meanwhile, I got told today that I remind someone of their grandmother. Do I look like a grandma to you?”

“Yes,” Woo Joon answered immediately, taking a sip of his coffee.

Seok Kyung threw a sugar packet at him. “You—”

Ha-Ya burst out laughing. “To be fair, you do have grandma energy. You nag like one.”

“Excuse me?” Seok Kyung placed a hand on her chest, scandalized. “I provide wisdom. That’s different.”

Woo Joon scoffed. “Yeah, wisdom that no one asked for.”

I shook my head, watching them bicker like children. “I think you all need more sleep.”

Ha-Ya sighed. “Sleep? What’s that? Is it something you prescribe?”

Before I could respond, the door suddenly swung open with a loud bang, making all of us freeze.

Standing there, panting slightly, was Harin.

The room went silent. Even Woo Joon, who had been mid-sip, lowered his cup slowly as we all stared at her.

I arched an eyebrow, keeping my voice calm. “What are you doing here?”

Harin’s eyes burned with rage as she stepped forward. “Are you satisfied?”

Seok Kyung and Ha-Ya exchanged a confused glance. Woo Joon straightened up in his chair.

I tilted my head. “Satisfied with what?”

“With cheating behind my back with my fiancé!”

The words echoed in the room, and for a solid three seconds, no one moved. Even Woo Joon, who lived for drama, looked taken aback.

Seok Kyung and Ha Ya exchanged a quick glance, their usual playful expressions wiped clean. The air thickened with tension, the weight of Harin’s accusation pressing down like a storm cloud ready to break.

I stood up slowly, adjusting my coat with deliberate calmness. My eyes met Harin’s, steady and unreadable. "Are you done?" My voice was quiet but sharp enough to cut through the silence.

Harin's chest rose and fell, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You think this is a joke?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You're disgusting. Sneaking around with my fiancé like some—"

"My fiancé," I corrected smoothly, my head tilting slightly. "Han Wool was my man before you snatched him like a desperate thief."

Harin’s face twisted with fury. "He doesn’t even remember you!" she shrieked. "He’s with me now! You’re just a pathetic woman who can't let go—"

"And yet, you’re the one storming into my workplace, screaming like you’ve been wronged," I pointed out, stepping closer. "You act like a victim, but we both know who the real thief is here."

Her jaw clenched. "I didn’t steal him. He chose me."

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "Chose you? That’s cute. You think you won because he doesn’t remember the past? Because you fed him lies while he was vulnerable?"