The woman grinned broadly, her smile filled with mischief.

"Oh my, look at me! I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Jang Misook. You can call me 'Aunt,' or better yet, 'Sis.'"

"..."

"Hoho! Was that too much?"

Uijae opened his mouth slightly, instinctively reaching up to check his gas mask. Thankfully, his face was hidden. He bit down on his lip. The moment she said 'Aunt,' it felt like the ground had dropped out from under him.@@novelbin@@

"..."

He glanced at Jang Misook’s face and her perfectly normal hands. Of course, this woman bore no resemblance to *that* aunt. At least, she shouldn’t.

"Come on, let's get going. He’s waiting, and his patience is thinner than a thread..."

Jang Misook muttered as she turned and started walking. Uijae, almost following her without thinking, stopped in his tracks. His face twisted inside the gas mask. What held his feet in place was the thought of the backlash he’d face for disobeying Sa-young’s orders.

It’s not that Sa-young was scary, but...

*‘He’ll complain about me acting on my own again...’*

Sa-young could be really hard to appease when he was upset!

Just imagining the time and effort it would take to placate him again made Uijae groan internally. He could already hear Sa-young’s sarcastic voice...

*‘Oh, really? And then?’*

*‘Ah... Is that so?’*

*‘Great job... You know that wasn’t a compliment, right?’*

Damn it. Uijae gritted his teeth.

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