
The atmosphere in the Myung Jin residence looked very crowded because of the feud between two beautiful women who mutually agreed with their venomous mouths, on one side there was a demonic woman who was still tough, and on the other, and on the other hand is a woman who has almost fallen. No one wants to break up the strife that's going on. Indeed, which servants dare to break up the fights that are being done by their employers.
"You're Anna's bad woman, an innocent child like Min Ji must accept a punishment she shouldn't have. Are you human or not? why would you do such a thing?"
Anya smiled grinning. Is it not wrong Ye-Seul calls her an evil woman, not that all this time Ye-Seul also enjoys the wealth that she should not have, Ye-Seul can enjoy this all because she has ruined the lives of others. Is this middle-aged woman happy about it? she proud? does he deserve to be called a human? don't they have no conscience? the more evil he or Ye-Seul is.
"You're sudden amnesia or what about Auntie? as far as I know, you're not a good woman either. You got Myung Jin's dad because you teased him, didn't you? you are also willing to give birth to children outside marriage just to get wealth, right? cih.. You're a demon under the guise of Ye-Seul's loving mother."
Byurrtr... Ye-Seul flushes Annya's face with the water in her drinking glass. They are currently in the kitchen. Ye-Seul did not expect that Annya could bring out such immoral words. She does love her children, but why did Annya say that it was all just a cover. What's Annya's right until she can say it all.
Byuurr...... Annya poured the soup sauce in the pot into Ye-Seul's face. It's just nice that Ye-Seul attacked him just like that, she can also fight back. Don't call him Annya, if he'll let himself be bullied without a fight.
"Akhhhh hot," cried Ye-Seul, she immediately washed her face with cold water in the sink faucet.
"You crazy huh?" yee-seul shouted while looking at Annya with a murderous look.
Settt.... Ye-Seul pulls at Anny's hair with all her might. Anya raises her head following Ye-Seul's pull.
"Take off my hair, old lady!. You dead huh?" yell Anny. The atmosphere in the kitchen is not conducive. The servants were riled up and worried. They wanted to stop their Madam and Miss fighting, but they were also very scared. Not to mention Myung Jin and Hye Mi have yet to return home. So Aunt Han couldn't ask anyone for help either.
"What are you guys doing?" yelled Myung Jin who just got home from the office. Yes, he did have an important meeting with a client, so he didn't go home with Annya.
"Ye-Seul," Myung Jin shouted as he saw Ye-Seul still pulling Anya's hair. Her eye seeds were already about to come out when she saw this unpleasant state. Actually what happened until the two women who were in his house had to fight. Myung Jin was very unhappy to see this, Min Ji was no longer at home, and it was likely that he would not be home for a very long time due to the psychiatric disorder that Min Ji was experiencing.
Ye-Seul wants to pull her hand, but Annya instead grips Ye-Seul's hand and poses as if Ye-Seul is still pulling her hair. "You're Anny crazy?" yell Ye-Seul.
She screamed and started pretending to cry. He acts as if Ye-Seul is still constantly hurting him. "Hikssss, Mom, I'm sorry, I slipped, so I accidentally spilled the chicken soup. Why do you have to do this to me, Mom?" Hixss....
"Stop acting like Ye-Seul's mother. Annya is not your son, why should you torture him for such trivial reasons. This soup is not what you made, is it? then why are you angry?"
"Yung Jin hear me."
Not yet Ye-Seul continued her sentence, Myung Jin had already darted away while looking at Annya. The man is completely unwilling to listen to Ye-Seul's explanation. But come to think of it, Ye-Seul also has to give a reason like what, after all he did attack Annya first, right? but Ananya's attitude that makes Ye-Seul look bad in front of Myung Jin makes Ye-Seul want to hit Annya right then and there.
"Damn you devil woman. Look, I'm gonna make your life hell, you're never gonna come back to this house, I guarantee you." Ye-Seul clenches both of her hands beside her body.
"Mrs! is Madam okay?" ask Aunt Han after she approaches Ye-Seul. Ye-Seul shook her head, she did not answer Aunt Han's question but instead went straight upstairs.
Elsewhere, in her room. Or rather in Hera's room first. Anny was crying. He hugged Myung Jin very tightly, while Myung Jin, the man returned Annya's embrace while patting Annya's back and rubbing her child's hair slowly.
"Dad! why is Mother Ye-Seul so mean to me Dad? what wrong? I've been living a hard life with Mom for a long time, and now, when I just feel a better life, Mother Ye-Seul even complicates my existence here. Did you just get out of here, Dad?" ask Annya while you are still happy. However, without Myung Jin knowing, actually Annya was displaying a sly smile.
"Don't be like that, baby! forgive Mother Ye-Seul, she may be shaken because of Min Ji's circumstances. I'm sure that one day he will be able to accept you as well as he accepts Min Ji as his own son. Please be patient hmmm!" pinta Myung Jin patiently. He cannot let this family continue to be divided, he must be able to make his family members get along and love each other.
"You just rest! I'll try to talk to Ye-Seul's mother." Annya nodded, she let go of her embrace then wiped her tears.
"Dad don't be mad at Mother Ye-Seul huh, Anya is indeed Dad's fault. It deserves to be hit." Annya looked at Myung Jin with her pleading gaze. Again Myung Jin was consumed by Annya's trap. He felt very sympathetic and proud because Annya had a very kind and warm heart. She willingly begs for Ye-Seul even though Ye-Seul has already done no good to her.
Myung Jin kissed Annya's head at a glance, after rubbing Annya's face, Myung Jin walked out of the room and closed the door of Annya's room slowly.
"Cihh... You stupid people. I'm not an actress, but they're so easy I tricked. Really chicken brains. I think rich people all have smart brains, but I was wrong." Anya rubbed her rough tears while smiling evil towards the closed door.
...The To Be Continued....