That's not your baby!

Inside the observation room, Sun-Hwa was lying unconscious after being injected with 'nerves calm' medicine by a nurse.

At the doctor's office...

The doctor came back to her seat after collecting some papers from the desk. "Take a seat," she permitted him before she seated him.

"Here is the information," she said, reaching out for his hand.

His slightly trembling hands bandly got it which started before he held Sun-Hwa and was still ongoing even after he came to know that Sun-Hwa was alright now. His reddish eyes firmly read those as the doctor waited for him to look up at her.

A few seconds later, after reading everything without even leaving any phrases, he looked up at her.

By looking at his silent and perplexed glance towards the doctor, anyone could predict that he couldn't understand at all.

The doctor was tight-lipped and disenchanted. Then a hopeless sigh escaped her lips as his longing gaze was expecting she would explain to him.

Admitting that the man was slow-witted, she began to explain. "She lost her child; I think that was her first child. She will often alternate between plenty of moods once she wakes up; try to be calm with her. It was natural for women to behave aggressively after losing their first child."

He was listening attentively.

"Today was her first day after losing her child. Her breasts will produce milk themselves. But she has no child to feed. There are two ways to pump out milk. One is..."

She bent down to pick up the manual breast pump and put it in front of him. "Here it is, and the other one is your-"

"You mean I can help with pumping out her milk?" he asked, his eyes beamed wisely.

Her expression paused in no time. "Such a loser husband," she muttered under her breath.

"Sir, Do you think she will agree with your move if you voluntarily get closer to her with this, while her hand can do the same as your hand is going to do?" 

That doctor's point slammed his cheek in a trice to reconsider his dump-mixed dext.

"Set aside your dumbest brain and listen to me," she informedly mocked him with a serious face.

She dismissed her backbone from the seat, leaned further forward, planted her one elbow on the desk, and her index finger pointed out his lips and dictated, "This, use this. Be her child."

She then leaned against her chair as he blinked innocently and often, tracking his mind to understand what she was dictating indirectly.

"For every married woman, her first child is her husband. Try to step forward with that advantage." With the teacher's aura, she elucidated.

He nodded, as he understood her unquestionably. Suddenly, his brow creased in scepticism.

"By the way, why do you intend to help me?" His visage was distinctly bewildered.

Her pupils struck. But this time it appeared to be an eclipse, something that was not supposed to be revealed in front of his unruffled bewilderment.

Does she have some secrets too?

Yes, it seemed like that. 

However, she buried the truth by saying, "Haa... I had experienced this cruel situation once like your wife was experiencing. So I want her not to be like me. And I'm doing this because you trembled earlier without being able to see your ex-wife in that state."

"Sorry," he said, offering an apology smile.

"It's okay," the doctor said as he stood up to leave the place.

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The scorching sun crawled to the centre, and bright yellow rays screeched all over the city.

Inside the observation room...

Sun-Hwa's eyelid moaned and opened itself lazily, and those wavering Irish looked around the whole tidy room, which was spreading hospital sore scent, only to find a tall and well-shaped male body figure standing showing his backside from a little distance and those veins popping hand pouring some water into the transparent glass.

Instantly, she narrowed her eyes and frowned at him. "What is his business here?" she murmured with bitten teeth.

It was Dae-Hyeon. Soon her murmur reached his ear as a rustle, and his top earlobe twitched in response. He turned around to her.

"Wake up already?" he asked, moving to her with a tablet and one glass of water as her eyes raged in fury.

"Here, swallow it; it will—"

She tapped his hand that reached out to hers.

Glass broke into pieces as the water drops scattered over his formal black shoe.

He stiffened his face towards her.

She had never behaved like this in front of him. Even after the divorce or on the day of the divorce, she had never been violent like this.

It was her first time, and it pierced Dae-Hyeon's soft side while he vigorously controlled his anger inside.

"You helped in a hard situation. That's just a help. These things are unnecessary. Do extend the day in the contract to compromise my absence if you want." she heartlessly declared while he sat on his knee, collecting broken, sharp glass pieces onto his soft, skinny palm.

He stood up, moved to the trash can, and came back after dismissing those harmful glasses.

His glance directly approached her belly longingly before he said, "I should take responsibility for the loss you came across because of me."

With a fire-emitting stare that didn't want to show any mercy for him, she coldly asked, "Who told you my baby was yours?"

He switched his sight to her hatred-filled face, not with shock but with assuage.

"That's not your baby." She was sure of it.

However, it wasn't shakable for Dae-Hyeon. Even so, he was not sure of what had happened on their anniversary night; he was well known for her good personality. She couldn't look for another man while her loved one was her husband.

Despite that, he queried, "Whose baby was that then?"

"That's also unnecessary to let you know." Still, her words carried some coldness towards him.

"Then, it was my baby. And I'm responsible for the pain you are going through right now," he confessed. It was more like a mandate than a solicitation.

As she sent splashing hatred through her furiously furrowing brows, he casually informed her while heading towards the room door to leave, "I'll come back to pick you up. Be ready..."

Suddenly, when his foot had almost stepped near the door, his face twirled, he turned back to her, and then he leaned it to one side lovably. "Love you," he said, offering a pure, romantic smile that distinguished his rare soft side and the elegant style that she had never witnessed in her whole life.

He then left and shut the door behind himself, leaving Sun-Hwa perplexed.

A few hours later...

While she was pumping out her breast milk using a manual breast pump, the doctor approached with her warm words, "Hope you are doing well."

She looked at her, covered her half-visible, slightly big breast under her patient's shirt, and kept pumping it as the doctor got closer to look at her dull face.

"You look pale, Mr. Sun-Hwa. Have some healthy food once you reach your ex-husband's home." The doctor toned friendly as Sun-Hwa became familiar already.

"Ex-husband home?" She questioned herself, jumping into bewilderment again. She dragged the breast pump out and put it aside as the doctor started to explain.

"Yes, you must be wrong to divorce him. He was wholly in love with you. Even I was also impressed with his unrivalled care and love towards you once I saw him with that blood-stained office suit."

"Doctor, not every man shows what their heart wants. Some will portray the fake as real for their inner needs." Sun-Hwa gave her side opinion, and even a tinge of those doctor's praising words didn't enter her already broken heart.

The doctor nodded as if she agreed with her opinion too. "Your wish," she said as a last word, turning around to leave the room.

"Doctor," Sun-Hwa's request turned  the doctor.

"When will I be discharged?"

"Today, 8:00 PM. Don't leave alone; at least take a taxi." The doctor advised after  answered.

Sun-Hwa offered a Thanksgiving smile as she sensed the doctor wanted to show her love.

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At night, 8:00 p.m.

Sun-Hwa hurried out of the busy little hospital without having anything in her hand. Cause she came without having anything except herself.

Standing hiding behind the entrance, she peeked outside, her eyes searching waveringly all over the cars that were standing in the parking lot.

A deep aloof escaped her lips as she sighed after scanning all the cars that had no logo of Dae-Hyeon's company.

She deliberately despised being with him again after losing her precious treasure, on which she had laid the rest of her life. Now, she has chosen to live for herself, no matter where fate will lead her.

With faith that she could recreate the bright world without Dae-Hyeon, she stepped outside. The lights over the ceiling, which sprinkled shining rays over her well-shaped, sexy body, made her feel like she had already entered the bright world.

She spread her hands like a bird to feel that tranquil atmosphere.

*BLAST!!!!*

The bulb blasted.

"Ahh!!"

Sun-Hwa screamed.

Instantly, Sun-Hwa pulled her hand back in, bent forward with her head, and covered her ears. Before those shattering, tiny, sharp pieces of bulb fell over her, Dae-Hyeon's hand covered her like an angel's wings, and his whole upper body shrouded her bending forward body, blocking it from being visible to those coming scattering pieces.

As a result, all of those precipitated all over his formal white shirt, sliding down from his slippery back shoulder.

Some of the footsteps ran to them in a rush.

'Are you guys okay?" some passersby asked and stretched their hands out to help them.