악녀의 품격

The child is dead.

At the moment I was about to throw myself holding my son’s urn into the river, a text message arrived.

[Ha Min’s death was a mu*der.]

If this message is true…

[The killer is someone you know.]

I couldn’t fall and die like this. I had to find the mu*derer who killed my child and take revenge.

But it was already too late. Her body wobbled and tilted towards the Han River.

“Grab me!”

With a short voice, a solid arm reached out urgently in front of her.

Who could it be?

Countless questions and regrets poured out with her impending death.

“Ha Min… I’m sorry…”

At that moment, holding the child’s urn tightly in my arms and letting out a sobbing, mournful sound.

“Han Seo-eun, you need to wake up.”

Se-eun’s pupils seemed to swell as if they were about to burst.

She had returned.

Back to that night 8 years ago when Ha Min was born, to that climactic moment.