Chapter 133
“Is this a hospital or a restaurant? Why does everyone come here just to eat every single day?”
During the week I was hospitalized, people came by almost every day under the excuse of visiting me, only to eat before leaving.
Cha Seungjoon, Moon Hyunbin, and Moon Changsoo were especially bad.
They practically clocked in at my hospital room every day.
“Hey, your mother keeps bringing this much delicious gamjatang. How am I supposed to just leave without eating?”
Cha Seungjoon said while drinking straight from his bowl.
“Is it really okay for a production manager to keep disappearing from the set like this?”
“Yeah.”
He answered without hesitation.
“Director Song and PD Baek told me not to come to the set and just stay here with you.”
Moon Hyunbin, who was also drinking gamjatang straight from his bowl, chimed in.
“They say even dogs aren’t bothered while they’re eating. You nearly died, so why are you still so heartless? Does it bother you that much when we eat?”
Moon Changsoo grinned beside him.
“Exactly. I heard people who nearly die become endlessly generous afterward. I guess this hyung is an exception.”
“Ha... don’t you people have work?”
I grumbled.
“Hyunbin hyung, don’t you have any shoots these days?”
Mom, who had been watching us from the side, immediately spoke.
“Son, don’t say things like that.”
Then she proudly added,
“I joined Hyunbin’s fan club a few days ago.”
Moon Hyunbin immediately beamed.
“As expected of our mother!”
He clasped his hands dramatically.
“For your sake, I might have to hold a fan meeting soon.”
“Oh my, if you did that, it’d be an honor!”
I stared at the two of them.
“Wow. You two really get along perfectly.”
Moon Changsoo held out his bowl.
“Mother, can I have another bowl of gamjatang?”
Mom immediately stopped him.
“Stop eating so much. Hyejoo might come later, so leave some.”
At the mention of Hyejoo, Moon Hyunbin, Moon Changsoo, and Cha Seungjoon all frowned at once.
“Hyejoo is coming?”
Moon Hyunbin complained.
“She already visited once. Why does she keep coming?”
Cha Seungjoon nodded in agreement.
“Exactly. I feel uncomfortable whenever Han Hyejoo comes.”
Then he suddenly thought of something.
“Come to think of it, if Gil Boyoung knows you were injured, I’d think she’d come back to Korea at least once.”
Moon Changsoo looked worried.
“Seriously. Is Boyoung noona planning to settle down in Japan for good? She never seems to come back.”
I clicked my tongue at him.
“You’re supposed to be her agency manager, and you don’t even know where she is right now?”
Moon Changsoo blinked.
“Isn’t Boyoung noona in Japan?”
“Tsk, tsk.”
I shook my head.
“She’s in France right now. There’s a chance she might appear in a French director’s film.”
“And she said she wanted to come back to Korea, but I stopped her. I’m not seriously injured, so there’s no reason for her to fly all the way back.”
Moon Hyunbin looked offended.
“Tch. She doesn’t even reply to the emails I send her, but apparently she contacts you directly.”
He crossed his arms.
“Just wait, Gil Boyoung.”
Mom, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly leaned in.
“Gil Boyoung?”
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“You mean that child actress, Gil Boyoung?”
“Is Boyoung close with our Kibaek too?”
Ah.
Danger.
When Han Hyejoo had visited a few days ago, Mom had immediately recognized her as the woman who had been involved in that scandal article with me.
After that, she had showered Han Hyejoo with all kinds of interest.
I absolutely could not allow Gil Boyoung to become her next target.
“Ah, Mom.”
I hurriedly tried to change the subject.
“Could you get me some water? W-Water...”
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the hospital room door.
“Ha... who is it this time?”
“At this rate, the doorway’s going to wear out.”
“Is there still anyone left who hasn’t visited?”
Moon Changsoo looked amused.
“I swear, it feels like a hundred people have come through here in the last few days.”
Cha Seungjoon frowned.
“Don’t tell me Han Hyejoo is coming again.”
While the three traded comments back and forth, the door opened.
A man carrying a fruit basket stepped inside.
“Huh?”
Cha Seungjoon immediately stood.
“Jung Hangyeol?”
Jung Hangyeol recognized him and quickly bowed.
“Ah, Manager Cha. You’re here too.”
“You’re probably still not feeling well yourself. How did you come all the way here?”
“No, I only had some minor abrasions.”
Jung Hangyeol looked apologetic.
“I wanted to visit sooner, but...”
I quickly sat up.
“Please, sit down first.”
Then I looked toward Moon Changsoo.
“Changsoo, bring that chair over.”
Moon Changsoo hurriedly brought a chair beside my bed and offered it to Jung Hangyeol.
Once he sat down, Jung Hangyeol looked over my body anxiously.
“I’m truly relieved you weren’t hurt more seriously.”
He lowered his head.
“I don’t know how I could ever repay this.”
He explained that he had wanted to visit sooner, but his wife had given birth on the day of the accident.
That was why he had only been able to come now.
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“I’m the one who’s grateful you’re safe.”
Jung Hangyeol’s expression tightened.
“No, I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“If it weren’t for you, CEO Min, I really would’ve...”
He swallowed.
“I might not even have seen my child’s face.”
The thought alone seemed too horrible for him to continue.
Mom, who was listening beside us, pressed a hand to her chest.
“Oh my goodness...”
“That really was close.”
“Your wife must’ve been scared half to death.”
Then she asked,
“Is the baby okay?”
“Yes.”
Jung Hangyeol nodded.
“They were discharged from the maternity hospital yesterday, and my wife and baby are both at home now.”
“I really wanted to come earlier, but because of my wife and the baby...”
I repeatedly told him he didn’t need to apologize.
Then...
Jung Hangyeol hesitated for a moment before reaching into the inside pocket of his coat.
He pulled out an envelope and carefully held it toward me.
“Um...”
“In a situation like this, I know I should naturally cover your hospital bills and the cost of repairing your car.”
