While speaking aloud, Miran, a middle-aged woman, came out from the kitchen. She stiffened up at the sight of Yongno standing at the front door. Her eyes were filled with bewilderment, astonishment, and a little bit of fright. Definitely not a look that one would think a mother would give to her son.

“Hello, mother. It’s been a while.”

Boram chimed in. “Hey, really? ‘Mother’? Anyway, mom, are you sick? All the color has drained from your face…”

Miran snapped out of it. “Hmm? Ah, it’s nothing. Hahaha. Son, it’s been a while. You’ve grown so much. Wait a moment, I’m preparing some food… why don’t you go and greet your father.”

After saying this, Miran rushed back into the kitchen. It was clear that Miran was rushing to get away from something.

“Hmm… the situation is worse than I thought.” Boram murmured with a slightly frustrated look as she observed her retreating mother.

Of course, Boram spoke in a nearly inaudible voice and quickly fixed her frustrated expression, but with his heightened senses, Yongno was able to catch these details.

‘Is she trying to reconcile differences and make peace within the family? Bring me back into...