Chapter 22

Which neighborhood was it again? Whatever it was, the place had been a palatial mansion. Inwoo knocked back his glass with a sigh. It was iced tea Kim Jinwoo had bought. He was miserable enough to want to get drunk, but he didn’t even drink alcohol. After fuming for a good while, Kim Jinwoo shot to his feet. ‘Come with me. Let’s go get the baby.’ Inwoo stopped him, his face gloomy. ‘Doctor, no violence.’ In his head, Inwoo had already grabbed the man by the neck, shaken him around, and slammed him down a dozen times, ready to go down with him. Even so, he spoke in all seriousness.