Kim Yumi

I already thought that the child who did not know himself died in our memories. I don't like his attitude. I will forget that he was a part of Kim before. He's dead in my memory, and I don't care about him anymore.

There must be a lot of people wondering why I hate Jeje for having a child with Kenkyo. Whereas, right now I'm even targeting Kenkyo as a wife? Is not it? Ah, that will be answered later.

I remember that all humans born in this world have their own goals. And I think, this is the purpose I was born in this world.

Now I have to focus on investigating the murder case involving Kenkyo.

I'm still with my stepmother-in-law.

A pair of black-rimmed glasses adorned her eyes.

Mother of mixed blood. Her mother is a South Korean citizen surnamed Park. Her father is a native of Japan, the Ainu tribe.

Before marriage, mother's name was Hanasaki Yumi. But after marrying Kim Jaerim aka my father-in-law, then my mother's name changed to Kim Yumi.

The world knows, both South Korea and Japan adhere to ius sanguis. So, which country are we citizens of? bipatride or multipatride? Oh what's the name.

"I heard from your father, Kenkyo-chan is staying at his office."

Oh, so now my father-in-law is my stepmother's gossiping buddy? Hmm ... they are indeed rich people who are strange.

I nodded, my gaze still on the paper containing the victim's data file that I knew named Tamaki.

Mother approached me who was still struggling with the file.

"Okaa-san's friend isn't home today? Why bother me, um?"

I teased my stepmother a little by addressing my father-in-law as his friend. Right? Sleep buddy I mean. I'm really close to my stepmother.

Mother pinched my arm.

"Sleep! It's late." Mother rubbed my shoulder. She treated me like her own son. I know I'm not young anymore. However, those who have lived in an orphanage since childhood, are of course very happy to be treated like this. I think of my stepmother as my own older sister rather than a mother figure. Yes, because our ages are not too far apart. Maybe only about 15 years.

"Hmm, soon." I said as she told me to sleep.

silence.

I saw my mother looking at my portrait scattered all over the room. Occasionally playing with her glasses.

"Okaa-san looks old with those glasses." I broke the silence.

"Okaa-san is indeed old. Okaa-san's youngest child is already a grandparent."

Hey! So, my jokes were returned, eh? Ah, yes she also knows about my son who has a child. But, I also told them that Jeje and his son died from the virus too. But, they know that I was once a grandfather. Ah, maybe until now. But, I won't say that.

"Kaa-san is making fun of me, huh?" I whined.