WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 127

Madam ji hyeon approached the hospital bed where hyun min lay unconscious, his eyes closed. The doctor had assured them that he was out of danger, but the machines surrounding him still beeped softly, a reminder of his fragile state. Ji hyeon's gaze lingered on his face, her expression unreadable.

After a moment, she stood upper, her movements economical and precise. She picked up her bag,and turned to Soo young. "Well, I have business to attend to," she said, her voice neutral.

Soo young 's eyes flashed with anger. "You're not even needed here," she snapped, her voice low but venomous. "You don't need to stylishly tell me to look after my own son."

Ji hyeon's expression didn't change, but a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Soo young to stew in her anger.

As the door closed behind ji hyeon, Soo young 's demeanor softened. She slowly approached the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on her son's pale face. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a gentle reminder that he was alive. She reached out a trembling hand and gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face, her touch tender and loving.

*sarah pov*

As I stepped out onto the road, the warm sunlight danced across my skin, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me. I hailed a taxi, the vehicle's bright colors a blur as I gave the driver the hospital's name. His nod of recognition was a small comfort, a reassurance that we would soon be on our way.

The taxi's worn leather creaked beneath me as I slid into the backseat, my mind racing with visions of Hyun-min's smile, his laughter, and the accident that had brought me to this moment. The principal's office, once a place of authority, had become a battleground where I had fought for the information I so desperately needed. Her initial refusal had only fueled my determination, and I had begged her to disclose the location of the accident. The memory of her softening expression still lingered, a testament to the desperation that had driven me to plead my case.

I had told the principal that I would return by evening to speak with the police about my kidnapping. She had warned me that they would come to take my statement, and I had agreed to cooperate.

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After an eternity of traversing the city's sprawling streets, the taxi finally pulled up in front of the majestic hospital edifice. I settled the fare and stepped out onto the pavement, my gaze drawn upward to the imposing structure that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. The hospital's facade loomed above me, a testament to the countless narratives of hope and despair that unfolded within its walls.

Without hesitation, I strode into the hospital's bustling interior, enveloped by the frenzied energy of the medical staff. Doctors and nurses hurried past me, their faces set with resolute determination as they tended to the injured patients being rushed in on stretchers. The air was thick with the pungent scent of disinfectant and the faint aroma of medication, a potent reminder of the hospital's purpose.

I approached a cluster of nurses stationed behind a desk, their faces a blur as they worked to coordinate the chaos around them. "Excuse me," I said, striving to project a sense of calm despite the turmoil brewing within me. "I'm seeking information about a patient who was brought in earlier. An accident victim."

One of the nurses looked up, her expression a nuanced blend of empathy and fatigue. "We've received multiple accident victims today. Could you provide more details about the patient you're inquiring about?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before responding. "His name is Hyun-min," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The nurse's eyes met mine, and she nodded before posing the inevitable question: "And what is your relationship to him?"

I swallowed hard, a sudden sense of vulnerability washing over me. "I'm his girlfriend," I replied, the words feeling both familiar and foreign on my lips. The nurse's demeanor softened, and she began to tap away on the computer screen in front of her, searching for Hyun-min's file. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

The nurse's gaze lingered on me for a moment before she nodded, her expression a nuanced blend of curiosity and caution. "Okay, if you're his girlfriend... fine." Her tone was measured, and I could sense a hint of skepticism, as if she was weighing the authenticity of my claim. The other nurses seemed to share her doubts, their eyes flicking to me with a mixture of intrigue and scrutiny.

I pulled out my phone and navigated to the wallpaper – a tender selfie of Hyun-min and me, our faces smiling and radiant. I held out the phone, and the nurses' expressions softened as they took in the image. One of them raised an eyebrow, and I could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she reassessed her initial impression.

"Okay, we believe you," one of the nurses said finally, her voice laced with a sense of relief. "This is a hospital, and we have to be vigilant about patient confidentiality. We've had a recent incident where a patient's safety was compromised due to a lapse in protocol." Her voice dropped to a whisper, and I sensed a deep-seated concern behind her words, a sense of responsibility that went beyond mere protocol. "But since you've shown us the pictures... let me verify Hyun-min's status."

The nurse's fingers danced across the computer screen with practiced ease, and after a moment, she nodded. "He's in the VIP room, room 5. To get there, just head upstairs and follow the signs. It's clearly marked, so you shouldn't have any trouble finding it." I thanked her, feeling a surge of gratitude and relief wash over me. With a sense of purpose, I turned and made my way to the stairs, my heart pounding in anticipation of seeing Hyun-min, my mind racing with thoughts of his well-being and our uncertain future.