WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 133

The funeral home was filled with somber tones and mournful whispers as people clad in traditional Korean hanbok, predominantly in black and white, moved about with solemn faces. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the soft murmur of prayers.

Inside the main hall, Madam Laura stood, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, as she greeted the mourners who came to pay their respects. She stood before a large, framed photograph of her late daughter, Na Yeon, which was adorned with a traditional Korean mourning ribbon. The photograph showed Na Yeon,smiling warmly, but now her life had been cut short.

Her voice cracking with grief as she spoke. "You foolish child, why did you decide to end your life like this? You should have found a way to overcome your struggles." She burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs as she gazed at the picture.

The mourners around her offered words of condolence, their voices soft and respectful. The atmosphere was heavy with grief, and the traditional Korean funeral rites were being observed with precision and reverence. As the mourners filed in to pay their respects, they bowed deeply before the photograph, their hands clasped together in a gesture of respect.

Madam Ji-hyeon approached Madam Laura, her eyes filled with a profound sense of sorrow and genuine compassion. "Please, don't be consumed by grief," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I'm certain Na Yeon is now at peace."

Madam Laura's expression turned icy, her eyes blazing with intense anger. "This tragedy is all your fault," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "You led me to believe your son would marry my daughter, that he would be her salvation. But instead, he shattered her world."

Madam Ji-hyeon's face crumpled, her eyes widening in shock. "I...I don't comprehend your words,Laura," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Madam Laura's fury escalated, her voice rising to a crescendo. "You know precisely what I'm insinuating," she declared, her tone dripping with accusation. "You assured me your son would cherish and protect my daughter, but instead he ignored her, And in her desperation, she sought solace in another. This catastrophe is a direct result of your son's actions."

Madam ji hyeon looked at Madam Laura, her eyes flashing with indignation. "Oh, oh, oh, your daughter was caught with a guy, how is that my fault?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in protest. "How is that my fault?"

Madam Laura's face reddened with anger, her voice trembling with rage. "Well, it is all your fault," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "You didn't try enough to bring them together. If you had, my daughter wouldn't be lying here dead."

Madam ji hyeon's expression turned incredulous. "You can't blame me for the death of your daughter," she said, her voice firm. "She decided to take her own life. She made her own choices."

The tension between the two women escalated, their words turning into shouts. The funeral home, once a place of mourning and respect, was rapidly descending into chaos.

Suddenly, Madam Laura lunged at Madam ji hyeon, her hands flying. Madam ji hyeon retaliated, and the two women began to fight, their blows landing wildly as they shouted and screamed at each other.

The mourners watched in horror as the funeral home turned into a battleground. The sound of slapping, scratching, and shouting filled the air, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere that had once prevailed.

The fight showed no signs of abating, with both women determined to unleash their grief and anger on each other.

Hyun-min stood at the periphery of the funeral home, his gaze piercing through the tumultuous scene unfolding before him. He had arrived at the funeral, deliberately donning his own distinctive attire - a baggy black pant, a black inner shirt, and a sleek black jacket, complemented by a black face cap and a pair of shades. He exuded an aura of detachment, clearly uninterested in drawing attention to himself or engaging in frivolous conversations.

As he observed, the ferocious altercation between his mother and Na Yeon's mother eventually dissipated, with some attendees intervening to separate the two women.

Once the commotion had subsided, Hyun-min approached Na Yeon's photograph, his eyes locking onto the image. He spoke in a low, measured tone, "I'm not culpable for your demise. We simply weren't destined to be. I hope you've finally found peace."

Just as he finished speaking, Na Yeon's father approached the altar, intent on paying his respects. However, his gaze settled on Hyun-min, and he looked perplexed. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Hyun-min's gaze didn't waver directly into Na Yeon's father's, instead, he inclined his head slightly and began to turn away. Na Yeon's father, seemingly suspicious, suddenly bellowed, "Someone, detain that individual! Stop him!"

Without hesitation, Hyun-min launched into a swift sprint, driven by an inexplicable urge to evade capture. He didn't comprehend the rationale behind his flight or the potential consequences of being apprehended, but his instincts propelled him to flee the scene with haste.

Hyun-min's feet pounded the ground as he sprinted away from the funeral home, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He wasn't running out of fear, but rather because he wasn't in the mood to face anyone, especially Na Yeon's father. The questions, the scrutiny, the potential confrontation – it all felt too overwhelming.

As he ran, the stitches on his side began to ache, a dull throbbing pain that reminded him of the accident. The wound was still tender, and the stitches felt like they were pulling with each stride. But he didn't slow down, driven by his desire to escape the situation.

He made his way to the parking lot, his eyes scanning the area for a place to hide. Spotting a secluded spot, he ducked behind a row of cars, his breathing ragged. He leaned against a vehicle, wincing as the movement pulled at his stitches.

As he hid, he could hear the sounds of people searching for him outside. They called out, their voices muffled, but Hyun-min remained silent, holding his breath. Eventually, the search party gave up and returned inside, leaving him alone in the parking lot.

Hyun-min let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing slightly as the tension eased. He knew he had to get back to the hospital, but for now, he just needed a moment to collect himself. The hospital, the nurses, the doctors – none of them knew he had sneaked out.

His mother had probably asked someone to fetch him, but he wasn't ready to be picked up or accompanied by anyone. He wanted to maintain his independence, at least for a little while longer.

The thought of going back to the hospital didn't thrill him, but he knew it was necessary.