Touching the brim of the white cup with golden-amber carving, he took a sip of his espresso as his pinky was propped at the bottom of the white- golden cup while his eyes traced the vista outside the glass pane of the Green cafe he was currently settled in, waiting for Officer Jung.

His inners weren't at ease since yesterday when Officer Jung told him that he wanted to talk something and the alarm of danger was just cherry on the top. He placed the cup back in the cup plate.

All he could reminisce was the murky night when Thomas died and his words were looping in his mind, "Why don't ask your father?"

"What are you hiding from me, dad? I can't understand. There is someone coming up and I don't think it will be good for you. I just want... just this time my conscience should come out wrong." Staring at the glass pane blankly, in his own thoughts.

"Mr. Kim." Taehyung broke out in his reverie in which he was in the last few minutes as he didn't see the awaiting person striding in his direction.

Twitching his iris skyward, Taehyung discerned Officer Jung standing across his table looking down at him as Taehyung raised up his feet from the chair he was seated on, "Oh! I didn't see you."

Stretching his hand for a handshake, Officer Jung shook his hand when Taehyung gestured him to settle down, "Take a seat, please." Officer Jung took a seat across Taehyung's when the black file came in his eyeshot which Officer Jung was clutching onto.

Officer Jung also directed his eyes in the direction in which Taehyung was looking and soon enough he placed the black file on the table without creating a hearable sound.

Wiggling his eyes from the file to Officer Jung, Taehyung asked, "So...Officer Jung, What did you want to tell me?"

Scrutinizing the officer's expression as he sucked in his teeth prior to saying, "I thought I couldn't tell this to you over the call so I asked you to meet up."

Taehyung knitted his eyebrows while his inner was perturbed as he asked, "What is it about?" Gulping down a lump in his throat while his palm folded in a fist as Officer Jung answered, "It's... about your father, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung could feel his guts burning up as this throat couldn't form even a single word while his mind went blank and his worst nightmare was coming verisimilitude in front of his orbs and the file was just captivating him as his eyes traced the black color of long in the tooth file.

The file was not pristine but not antiquated either as the periphery of the leatherette was dwindled and the left corner of the file was crumbling where the material was decrepit as if the file was holding a heavy weight for a long time and was scarred.

"I thought..." Officer Jung started making Taehyung come out of his reverie as he wiggled his orbs from officer Jung then to the file and back at him when he added, "I thought to tell you this before anyone else."

Taehyung opened his perspiring palms while gulping down a lump in his throat before stretching his hand to flap the file open as his heart throbbed in his rib cage.

Flapping the file open, reluctantly he traced his eyes at the letter inked in black over the pale white tincture paper.

Over the description he acknowledged that it was a case file and he read out the name of the victim, his eyes enlarged over the realization, "Thomas's wife. She had an accident." Flipping to the other page with inquisitiveness which made his heart sank after reading out the name of the person who was the prime suspect, "Dad!"

"Dad..." Taehyung let out a mutter before adding, "He committed an accident..." Officer Jung took over the lead for the explanation, "Your father committed an accident, Mr. Kim and I were sure that you were unaware of that."

Taehyung heard officerJung prior to looking at him and questioning him, "So, you are telling me that Dad committed a crime and never admitted it in front of the world. But if he was the prime suspect then why wasn't any action taken?" Taehyung asked with a heavy heart.

"The case was closed as soon as it was registered and a person was sentenced to jail. He worked as the chauffeur for your father. When I went to meet him in the jail, he told me that he was at fault-" Officer Jung explained as Taehyung interjected, "He was just stitched up. He is lying."

Officer Jung nodded, "Yes! I could sense his lie when the chauffeur was talking. He was definitely lying and moreover, the accident took place while Thomas was in the prison."

"What are you hiding, dad? All I could sense is the lie. The crime you have put out of sight."

"I think your wife's death was all a vengeance done by Thomas in rage. That's all I could make out till now and I have a strong feeling that my instincts are not wrong this time." Officer Jung declared.

Taehyung could feel break faith with his father while his heart was in rage that he lost everything because of his father's mistake.

Sensing his throat burning while his orbs held the hot liquid brimming over the lower eyelid as he was looking at the pale white paper open just under his nose.

"Whatever happens, I will get to know the truth. Either my way or skyway." Taehyung declared as officer Jung looked at him, triumphantly, "I hope you get acknowledged with the truth. I will wait for your call." Officer Jung said as Taehyung looked at him, "Thank you for informing me."

Officer Jung nodded, "That's my job. I hope for the best. I will take my leave now." Raising his feet off the chair, he bowed to Taehyung while Taehyung did the same as officer Jung took his leave leaving the case file with Taehyung.

Unwittingly, Staring at the file for about a few minutes, Taehyung came out of his stupor while the rage was building inside him and the tip of his nose became prickle when he stretched his hand to rub it off as his breathing became heavy over the period of time.

Thinking of everything that just happened in the past half an hour and he surmised that one can be wrong or vice versa.

Taehyung took a glance at the phone deposited on the table as he instantly took a hold onto it and dialed his father's number. "You have to answer me, Dad."

After a few rings, his father, Kim Hwan picked up the call and the serenity over the call said it all when Taehyung asked his father, "Where are you?" His father deciphered that something was off with Taehyung's stern voice.

"What happened, Taehyung? I heard that you met Officer Jung-" Taehyung interjected, "Answer me." His father sucked in his teeth before saying, "I was coming to meet you at your house." "Of course." Taehyung declared before hanging on the call and walking out of the cafe, clutching onto the black file.

Striding towards his car he got onto the driver's seat before slamming the door shut as he chucked the file on the passenger's seat and threw his palm on the steering wheel while letting out a howl in anger and took a deep breath before starting the engine and steering to his manor.

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In contrast, you were sitting on the mattress in Taehyung's bedroom while glancing at the painting you painted to give Taehyung.

You have been scrutinizing the painting for almost an hour now, "How would he react? He will be happy, right? Of Course, he will be. I just want him to be happy, even if it costs my happiness because I... I love you."

"I wanna see his reaction." Your lips curved upwards just at the thought of seeing his smile but who knows what future has planned.

Hearing the intercom ring down the stairs, your already archaic smile, enlarged when you raised your feet from the bed, gliding your slip ons and sprinting down the stairs after glancing at the painting one last time.

Opening the main door, you deciphered Taehyung's father standing at the threshold but you were expecting Taehyung as you simmered down your smile before bowing to him, "Hello, dad."

You looked at him as he gave you a little smile, "Hi, Y/n. How are you?" You smiled, "I am fine. I hope your health is good." He nodded as you both walked inside the residence when his eyes traveled all over the place in search of the certain one.

"Taehyung, isn't home yet?" You heard him as you looked at him, "No, he would be here anytime." You said, beckoning him to sit, "Have a seat. I will bring you coffee."

You were about to walk by when you heard him say, "No, don't worry yourself. Sit with me." You pressed your lips together as you both took a seat in the lounge.

The serenity took over the atmosphere when Mr. Kim Hwan asked the question, "How was your trip to France?" You said, "It was good, dad. Taehyung took me to the fine arts museum." Your lips curved upwards as Mr. Kim Hwan smiled at your reaction.

You both were talking when you heard the striding footsteps entering inside the threshold when you both looked at the direction of the footsteps you both heard as you raised your steps looking at Taehyung followed by Mr. Kim Hwan.

Taehyung took a glance at his father sitting in the lounge while the sun was drowning in the ocean as the rays of the tangerine tincture penetrated through the glass pane just under the nose of Taehyung.

Wiggling his eyes from his father to you as you looked at him saying, "Taehyung, dad is here to meet you." Scrutinizing his orbs, you could decipher the temper and vexation as the soft gaze in which he gazes at you, invariably.

"Taehyung, is everything okay?" You asked as he looked at his father while you could sense something was erroneous while your heartbeat was racing up with a fidgety feeling.

You took a glance at the black file he was holding as he turned to his father, "I want to ask you something." Mr. Kim Hwan furrowed his eyebrows when Taehyung stretched the file out to his father.

Wiggling his orbs from Taehyung's visage to the file his father held onto the file, "What is it?" "Open it." Taehyung raised his brows as you ambled towards him, holding befuddlement in your eyes.

You looked at Taehyung's father as his expressions changed apprehensive in an instant while he flipped the pages in the file, "What rubbish?" You heard Mr. Kim Hwan raised his voice when he chucked the file on the nearby couch as you flinched onto your spot hearing his loud voice.

Sensing a warm hold over your hand, you felt Taehyung intertwining his hand in yours as you looked at his profile from his father when Mr. Kim again said, "This is all rubbish. I was just the suspect because the car was under my name."

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Taehyung asked, sternly as you looked at his father with befuddlement, "I didn't want you to know about it. It was just a mere misunderstanding-"

Taehyung cut Mr. Kim off, "It was a misunderstanding or you made it look that way!" He bawled while your hold over his hand stiffened.

Mr. Kim walked in front of Taehyung, "What do you mean?" He asked when Taehyung said, "You knew that the one who got in the accident was Thomas's wife." Taehyung declared as your eyes enlarged at the information.

Mr. Kim said, "I know! I know it was Thomas's wife. Her child got killed when she got into the accident." Mr. Kim said the truth untold as Taehyung raised his brow at his father while you placed your palm over your mouth while your eyes glistened.

"How? How do you know that? Did you kill the child in her womb? Were you there on the day of the accident?" Taehyung threw questions at his father when Mr. Kim shouted, "She got hit by my car. I didn't do it intentionally. I was just drunk that night." Mr. Kim blattered out.