After concluding the unsatisfactory meeting, Woo Hee-yeong had a private, secret conversation with Director Lee Ho-jun in the chairman’s office.
“What do you think about the Jungsan Chairman’s statement?”
“You must never believe it.
Vice Chairman Jang Do-hun has always said that they should have been the ones to receive the shipping division.
It’s a smokescreen to counter opposing public opinion.”
“He must be connected with Uncle, right?”
“I think so too.
Vice Chairman Jang Do-hun has a gentle nature and isn’t the type to plot such a big thing on his own.
He must have definitely fallen for Jungsan’s instigation.”
“I will meet with Chairman Jang Do-ung and try to persuade him.
Director, please secure as many shares as possible, even if it means mobilizing all the cash the group has available.
And please encourage the efforts to persuade the major shareholders as well.”
“Understood.”
Lee Ho-jun replied, biting his lip.
None of it was going to be easy.
Among them, trying to persuade Chairman Jang Do-ung was bound to end in failure, leaving her with nothing but humiliation.
Woo Hee-yeong surely knew this, yet she was stepping up to undertake the most difficult task herself, so he couldn’t bring himself to say it was impossible.
He even felt a sense of regret, thinking that if she had helped with the group’s affairs a little earlier, the situation would be very different from what it was now.
* * *
At that time, Min-jun, who carried Philip’s past, was meeting a woman in her late forties in Gunsan.
When his mind was in turmoil after Chairman Jang Do-myeong’s death, an address he hadn’t been able to remember suddenly came to mind.
Jeollabuk-do Gunsan-si Miryong-dong 3XX-8
It was the address from the text message he had received right before his accident: the home address of the woman who had been a nurse at the obstetrics and gynecology clinic.
Min-jun decided to look into Philip’s past again, partly to shake off his various distracting thoughts.
Even though he was Jang Min-jun now, Philip had also been his life once.
Steeling his resolve, he went to Gunsan and sought out the address.
If the woman had moved away later, he would have no choice but to find out through a private investigator.
But by a stroke of incredible luck, the woman who had been the obstetrics nurse was still living there.
The woman showed reluctance at Min-jun’s words, but upon seeing the envelope of money, she barely managed to revive her memories of the past.
“Ah, now that I think about it, I remember.
Among the babies born at our clinic that year, there was only one sent to an adoption agency.”