Hwang Jeong-Hu narrowed his eyes. “Stomach cancer, you say?”

“Yes, sir.” Jo Gyu-Min nodded. He was currently in the chairman's office to fulfill one of his duties: report on the matters related to Kang Jin-Ho to Hwang Jeong-Hu.

“Hmm. Transferring the orphanage's director to the VIP hospital room, is it... And he's picking up the bill, too?”

“Yes, that's correct.”

“Hmm…” Hwang Jeong-Hu's frown deepened as if he was getting a migraine. Jo Gyu-Min couldn't help but shrink back in nervousness when his innocuous-sounding report was met with such seriousness by his boss. Eventually, Hwang Jeong-Hu shifted his gaze back to his subordinate. “And what's the prognosis of the patient?”

“It's not good, sir...”

“Hmm...” Hwang Jeong-Hu quietly groaned again. “Gyu-Min, keep a close eye on this. Alert me immediately if the patient's condition worsens.”

“Understood, sir.” Jo Gyu-Min bowed his head.

After the report was finished, Jo Gyu-Min turned around to exit the office. However, his curiosity got the better of him, and he ended up raising his voice. “Sir?”

“Mm? What is it?”

“Is this matter something to be concerned about, sir?”

“Hmm. Well...” Hwang Jeong-Hu rubbed his chin, but he didn't say anything else.

Jo Gyu-Min decided to speak what was on his mind. “Sir. That nun, Sister Yi, is the orphanage director who looked after Park Yu-Min, Mister Jin-Ho's friend. As she's someone he's acquainted with personally, I'm not surprised he's willing to do this for her. A VIP...