The dishes had barely been set down before Joon-ho spoke, his voice calm but direct."Mr. Choi is recovering. He'll be discharged today."
The words cut through the quiet like a blade. For a moment, even the faint clatter of the server's footsteps outside seemed to stop.
Across the table, PD Kang Jin-ho's eyes narrowed, the disbelief sharp in his face. He leaned forward, elbows on the wood. "Is that true? Don't toy with me, Kang-ssi. If that isn't accurate, I'll be the one left in ruins."
Joon-ho met his stare without hesitation. "I don't joke about patients. The fall after Do-jin hit him aggravated an old hiking injury. But the therapy worked. Massage, acupuncture. Circulation restored. Unless something unexpected happens, he'll walk out today."
Silence pressed in, heavy and taut. Mirae's fingers clutched the hem of her skirt under the table. Hye-jin, for once, didn't fire back — her gaze flicked between them, weighing every word.
