Chapter 9

When he finally headed downstairs, Sujeong was sitting quietly at the table, waiting for him. A whole cake sat in the center of the large dining table, surrounded by an array of small desserts. Fresh cream. Ihyun’s favorite. The housekeeper was nowhere to be seen; she must have stepped out. “Hurry up and sit. Took you a while to change.” “Sorry.” He took his seat in front of the neatly arranged plate and utensils. Yeah, it’ll be fine to tell him. And even if it wasn’t, it was better to rip the band-aid off now. It was far better to come clean himself than have Sujeong hear it from the other kids later.