Seunghyun

You're nothing more than a substitute girlfriend for your promiscuous sister, who ran off with her lover after getting pregnant. The mother-in-law's voice, brimming with disgust: Two years of marriage that can't even be called a marriage. And not once have you managed to touch him. Do you think this is a joke? You can't even seduce your own husband properly. If this continues, the Baek family line will die out here. From outside came the sound of a car stopping. Several servants rushed out. Seunghyun's assistant approached and carefully helped him out of the car. The accident had happened three days ago. His car skidded on a slippery road, crashing violently into a guardrail before coming to a wrecked stop. His injuries weren't life-threatening, but they were serious enough that he now had to wear his arm in a sling and use a cane during his recovery. Without a word, he walked past the occupants of the room, not even glancing at them. Before he could close the door, his grandmother pushed Yuna inside. It was the last chance to give this family an heir and for Seunghyun to fall in love. Seunghyun finally turned his head. His gaze was indifferent, showing almost no interest in the situation. I'm fine, I can do everything myself. When Grandma goes to sleep, you can go back to your room as usual. Inside the room, Seunghyun went to the closet, taking off his jacket with one hand. But when his injured arm refused to move properly, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. He clenched his jaw, but his expression remained cold. He tried again, frustration boiling inside him, but his damned pride wouldn't allow him to admit defeat. Don't just stand there like a damn statue. His voice was low, almost as if he hated giving the order . Do something.

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