WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 108

As I hesitated, the weight of uncertainty settling in like a physical presence, I posed the question that had been nagging at me with increasing urgency. "Your boss?" I asked, my voice laced with a blend of curiosity and wariness, the words tumbling out with a slightly hesitant cadence. "Who is he?"

The man's response was a model of impassivity, his words delivered with a sense of inevitability that brooked no argument. "Actually, it's a she. You need to come with me," he said, the phrase hanging in the air like a challenge, its tone firm but not unkind.

My gaze drifted to Racy, seeking some semblance of reassurance or guidance, and her eyes locked onto mine with a quiet intensity. Her gaze conveyed a silent message, one that seemed to say, "Go, I'll wait for you," the words unspoken but palpable nonetheless. With a nod, I trailed behind the man, my heart beating in a staccato rhythm that seemed to match the ticking of my mind. The sleek car loomed before us, its door opening with a soft whisper that was almost a sigh. I slid into the luxurious interior, the soft leather enveloping me in comfort like a warm embrace.

The woman sat opposite me, her dark glasses shrouding her eyes in mystery, rendering her expression unreadable. Her elegance and poise were palpable, but beneath the surface, I sensed an undercurrent of purpose, a sense of determination that was both captivating and unnerving. Who was she, and what did she want with me? The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with unspoken questions.

As she pulled her glasses down, her gaze locked onto mine with an unnerving intensity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as her eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, searching for something that eluded me. "Do you know who I am?" she asked, her voice low and husky, like the soft purr of a contented cat.

I shook my head, the movement almost imperceptible, as I struggled to place her. "No, I'm sorry, but I don't know you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out with a hint of awkwardness.

A mocking, cold smile spread across her lips, like a thin layer of ice forming on a winter's night. "Okay, I'm going to introduce myself," she said, her voice dripping with sophistication, each word carefully enunciated. "I am hyun min's mother."

I studied her face, expecting to see some glimmer of resemblance to Hyun Min, but there was none. No shared features, no similar curve of the jaw or shape of the eyes. Despite the lack of similarity, I forced a laugh, the sound nervous and strained. "Oh, oh, oh... I can see where hyun Min got his good looks from," I said, the words tumbling out in a clumsy attempt to deflect the tension, to fill the awkward silence that hung between us like a challenge.

Her smile seemed to grow wider, her eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light, as if she saw right through my attempt at flattery.

Her gaze sliced through me like a winter breeze, cutting through the warmth of the car's luxurious interior. "I didn't bring you here to indulge in pleasantries," she said, her voice as frosty as her demeanor. "I've been made aware of your frequent association with my son, and I must inform you that he's already promised to someone else – a union that has been arranged for some time."

I felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a creeping sense of discomfort. "What are you insinuating?" I asked, striving to maintain a steady tone despite the turmoil brewing inside me.

The woman's expression remained impassive, but her eyes seemed to drill into mine with unnerving intensity. "I'm telling you plainly: I don't want you anywhere near him," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You may possess a certain... allure, but I fear you're not the right match for him. You're not sure you're the best influence on him."

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, leaving me feeling both taken aback and defensive. What gave her the right to decide who was suitable for Hyun Min?

My eyes locked onto her, as I continued to express my thoughts. "You only gave birth to him, which isn't unique to you. Many women have done the same. You're living your life, and he's living his. He doesn't owe you anything" her gaze never wavered, her expression unreadable. I could feel the tension in the air, the weight of my words settling between us.

As I finished speaking, I noticed a flicker of emotion in her eyes. It was subtle, but I caught it – a flash of anger, perhaps, or frustration. I wasn't sure which. Her lips remained pursed, her face a mask of calmness. But I sensed the storm brewing beneath the surface.

"You're very outspoken, aren't you?" She said finally, her voice low and measured. "I'm not sure I appreciate your candor."

I held her gaze, unflinching. "I'm just stating the truth as I see it. Hyun Min deserves to make his own choices, without his mother's influence dictating his every move."

Her expression didn't change, but I sensed a shift in her demeanor.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze piercing as she leaned forward in her seat. "You think you're qualified to advise me on how to raise my son?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. "You, who barely know him?"

I met her gaze head-on, unfazed by her tone. "I'm not trying to advise you on how to raise him," I clarified. "I'm simply suggesting that hyun Min is old enough to make his own decisions. He deserves the freedom to choose his own path, without his mother's expectations weighing him down."

I took a deep breath and continued. "From what I've seen, hyun Min is a kind and thoughtful person. He knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to express himself. But with you...it seems like there's a lot of pressure to conform to your expectations."

Her gaze dropped for a moment, and I wondered if I had overstepped. But when she looked up, her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and sadness. "You don't know what it's like," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know what it's like to be a mother, to want the best for your child."

I leaned forward, my voice gentle. "I may not be a mother," I said, "but I do know what it's like to want the best for someone. And sometimes, that means letting go and giving them the freedom to make their own choices."

The air was thick with tension as she processed my words. I could see the conflict within her.

The air was electric with tension as Hyun Min's mother suddenly laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I have eyes and ears all over the school," she sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. "Leave my son alone, or you'll face the consequences." Her voice was laced with venom, each word dripping with malevolence.