Wicked Fox (Gumiho #1)(91)

“Ajeossi?” Jihoon asked, unable to understand the recognition he saw in Detective Hae’s eyes.

“You look just like your mother.” Detective Hae took a jerking step, a person caught in a gravity pull.

“How would you know my mother?” Miyoung’s tone implied she’d decided this man was foe.

Detective Hae took a breath and in that beat Jihoon held his. He didn’t know what was happening but he somehow knew it was important.

“Because she was my wife,” Detective Hae said. “Which means you’re my daughter.”





57





IT WASN’T TRUE. It couldn’t be true. Miyoung sprinted out of the hospital, ignoring the shouts of annoyed nurses and patients following her.

Her father was a useless waste of space. Her mother always said he wasn’t someone to seek out because she was ashamed of ever loving a man like him.

But Detective Hae was an honorable man. At least that was how Jihoon described him. And he was a detective who sought to save lives.

Was it possible that instead of being ashamed of Detective Hae, Yena was ashamed of them? That they were monsters who killed while the man she once loved was a good man?

There was only one way to find out. Miyoung called Yena.

“Hello?”

At the sound of her mother’s voice Miyoung froze. She didn’t know how to explain that she felt hurt by Yena keeping so many secrets. But she also needed her mother more than anything right now.

“Hello? Miyoung? Is that you?”

“Mother.” The word was a croaked whisper. Miyoung coughed to clear her throat and tried again. “Mother, I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me.”

There was a long, pregnant pause before Yena replied. “What is it?”

“My father.”

“Miyoung, I don’t want to—”

“I met him!” Miyoung blurted out. “And he’s not a horrible person like you claimed. He’s a detective and he seems like a good man. And you kept him from me and—”

“Do not talk to that man!” Yena’s voice was a high screech that forced Miyoung to hold the phone away from her ear. “Do not talk to him, do you hear me?”

“So you admit it! You knew he was in Seoul.”



Yena sighed. “I only recently found out where he was. This is one of the reasons I told you not to return. That man is not what he seems, Miyoung. Do not go near him or that boy again. Not until I get there.”

“But he’s my father.”

“Promise me!” Yena demanded.

Miyoung hesitated a bit too long.

“Promise—” With a beep the line went dead.

Miyoung stared at her screen, wondering if her phone had died. But it blinked the time of the call at her before returning to the home screen. She tried dialing Yena again but it went directly to voice mail.

She hung up, wondering where Yena was now. Probably in an airport on her way back to berate Miyoung for all of her bad life decisions.

With a sigh, she pocketed her phone and walked without knowing where she was going. She just knew she needed air. And maybe a drink.





58





JIHOON PUSHED OPEN his front door so hard it slammed against the wall. He cursed at the sound as he fought to push off his shoes.

“Wow, you’re in a grand mood.”

Jihoon wasn’t even surprised to see Junu.

“You know, it’s bad manners to break into someone’s house. Twice.” Jihoon finally wrestled his shoes off and kicked them into the corner.

“Where is she?” Junu asked.



“Who?”

“The president,” Junu said in a blasé tone. “Miyoung.”

Jihoon ignored the worry and his bad mood and pushed past Junu toward the kitchen.

Everything felt a mess. Miyoung confessing what she’d done. Detective Hae appearing, telling her he was her father. She’d left. Just walked out the door without a word. Jihoon knew he should have stopped her, but he’d been so mad. And now he didn’t know what he was. He pulled open the fridge and stared at the measly contents.

“What happened?” Junu asked.

“Her father,” Jihoon said without looking away from the almost-empty fridge.

“What about him?”

Jihoon closed the refrigerator without taking anything out. “He’s here.”

Junu’s lips twisted into a scowl that looked out of place on his handsome face. “Something’s wrong.”

“What is it?”

Junu eyed him. It was clear the dokkaebi wasn’t willing to part with what he knew. So Jihoon put his cards on the table.

“Listen, I just found out my halmeoni gave her gi so I could live with Miyoung’s bead inside me. And it’s probably why I’m having seizures. So if something is going on with Miyoung, I kind of have a stake in it.”

Junu nodded. “Yena’s missing. I can’t get in touch with her.”

“So?”

“So a gumiho shouldn’t be missing. She’s the one who makes people disappear.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“Yena would never just vanish at a time like this.”