She paused, picking up a glass of water from the coffee table and taking a sip.
"You want to know why I said I don't quite understand you? It's because your problem is that you still have a family. You can still have conflicts with people," Emma said, putting down her glass. "When I was eight, I watched a man get his head blown off with a gun right in front of me. I was standing right there. Brains splattered everywhere."
"That man was my dad." Emma picked up her glass and took another sip.
Jin Heon froze. She looked up at Emma's face, trying to find some trace of pain in her expression so she could offer a "God bless you."
But there was nothing in Emma's expression. It was no different from when she talked about Li Wei secretly eating macarons—relaxed, nonchalant, and even a little playful.
