Anxiety lingered in Nurse Kim Seon-mi’s eyes as she watched the back of Jang Do-myeong, who patted his arm once more before getting up and leaving.
* * *
Perhaps thanks to Min-jun’s will to return to his newly acquired family as soon as possible, he was able to finish his rehabilitation treatment, which was expected to take over three months, in just a month and a half and be discharged.
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Don’t overexert yourself for the time being, and make sure to come in for a checkup once a month.”
“Understood.”
Min-jun and his family headed home, receiving a send-off from many people.
The home of Taesan Group’s Chairman Jang Do-myeong was located in Samseong-dong, which was known as one of the three major wealthy neighborhoods along with Hannam-dong and Pyeongchang-dong.
It was a two-story detached house built on a 257-pyeong plot of land.
The exterior was neat, boasting grandeur, with a spacious garden and high walls.
The living room, which they entered following the housekeeper who opened the door, exuded a luxurious atmosphere with its white-toned interior and marble floors.
The antique furniture decorating the interior was incredibly luxurious.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“A little.”
“Then go to your room and rest for now.
I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”
“Okay.”
“Ma’am.
Please check Min-jun’s room one more time.”
Min-jun followed the housekeeper upstairs.
He had been worried about finding his room, but fortunately, that was resolved.
It was the room on the left on the second floor.
The spacious room was equipped with a refrigerator and exercise equipment in addition to a bed and a desk.
However, as Philip – no, Min-jun – looked around the room, something caught his eye.
It was the model cars and various trophies filling two display cabinets.
They were awards he had received from placing in car racing competitions.
When he opened the door and stepped out, there was a grass-covered terrace.
Min-jun looked around every corner of the room he would newly live in for a long time before sitting down at the desk.
To live as Jang Min-jun, he needed to know about him.
First, he rummaged through all the desk drawers.
However, there wasn’t a single book, let alone a diary.
Well, there were some, but they were all car-related magazines.
They said he was a car fanatic, and it seemed they weren’t wrong.
Disappointed, Min-jun thought for a moment before turning his head to the side.
There was a computer on one side of the desk.