Sora's POV
I opened the door without checking the camera, thinking Micah had forgotten something.
But the person standing outside wasn't Micah.
It was Jiho.
He pursed his lips awkwardly and lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. Then he stepped aside slightly, revealing the man standing behind him.
Yeongjae.
My eyes immediately rolled in annoyance. I didn't even bother greeting them before I started closing the door.
But Yeongjae was faster.
His hand shot out and stopped the door before it could shut.
"Sora, please," he said urgently. "Just listen to my explanation. Ask me anything, and I'll answer."
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"I don't have any questions," I said coldly. "So you can both get lost."
Yeongjae's expression tightened, but he didn't step back.
"I came back to this country without knowing your name. I swear," he began quickly. "I only found out you were my uncle's wife on the night of your birthday."
My lips curled into a bitter smile.
