As Kyouko walked calmly toward the room 324 area, her steps steady again, her thoughts stirred.
No wonder…
No wonder Father always knew.
If I hadn't come out of the ward…
If I hadn't eaten yet…
If I skipped cleaning myself or rested too long in the chair beside Haruki…
She let out a soft sigh.
Of course he knew.
He always knew.
Wonder how many of his people are here…
She glanced subtly at the nurse station she passed.
Probably more than twenty.
Maybe even some of the doctors. The nurses. Maybe even the security guards or cafeteria staff…
Watching me.
Watching Haruki.
She didn't feel afraid.
Just… tired. A little overwhelmed.
No wonder… two or three doctors kept coming in to check on Haruki every few hours.
Even when no one asked.
It wasn't hospital policy.
It was Kitayama policy.
And now she understood.
Father wasn't just protecting me.
He was protecting Haruki too.
He probably knew about my affair with Haruki already…
