Absolute Threshold — Chapter 121. Missing

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/3

The doctor, who recognized Jumi immediately, guided her to the VIP room. He was the pediatrician who had treated Jiho since he was a baby.

He had ties with Woosung. He also knew Yoongyo.

“We’ll do some tests. Don’t worry.”

It was impossible for her not to be distressed because she had raised Jooho. Despite all she had been through, she could never get used to her son falling ill.

Besides, high fever was dangerous. Any mother would be worried.

“Did you call Yoongyo?”

“I think he’s busy.”

“You should call him first. I got scared when he suddenly got a high fever. Who would have thought my heart would break again at this age? I’m tired.”

“Go home.”

“Before you worry about me, do something for yourself. My bones ache. I need to get some coffee. No, I should probably contact your father first.”

Kyung clicked her tongue as she exited the hospital room.

Jumi was anxious as the doctor prepared for Jooho’s test. The boy lay down with a high fever. She didn’t even glance at the doctor who was about to begin the flu test. Her eyes were fixed solely on Jooho lying there.

She felt powerless whenever her son fell ill. All she could do was stay by his side.

She comforted Jooho who was crying. It seemed that the test was painful.

Then she realized that Jiho was not beside her.

“Jiho.”

She left the hospital room. Since there were few rooms on this floor, she expected to find him easily. However, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Jiho!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nurse, haven’t you seen my son?”

Her legs faltered. Her heart pounded. Her mind was empty.

“I’m not sure if the CCTV was off. I didn’t see him in the corridors. Had he taken the elevator alone, we definitely would have seen him.”

She felt like her heart was going to explode. She couldn’t breathe. She was so distracted with Jooho that she didn’t notice Jiho’s absence at all. She had taken his hand.

“Choi Jumi.”

As she sat on the floor, shoes caught her attention. She needed to hear his voice to live. Yoongyo approached her, hands in his pockets.

There were many familiar faces behind him. Intimidating men dressed in black suits. They were Yoongyo’s hands, who were also Jumi’s bodyguards.

“Jumi, where’s the hospital director…?

Heedong stopped at Yoongyo’s gesture. He crouched down to her eye level.

“Yoongyo. Our Jiho. We lost. Our Jiho. Jiho.”

The sadness she had repressed exploded. She wanted to snuggle into his arms, but someone grabbed her shoulders tightly.

“Choi Jumi. Say it again without crying. Where is Jiho?”

“I had my attention on Jooho, I didn’t see when Jiho disappeared.”

He let out a deep sigh. Yoongyo, who took Jumi who was crying in his arms, ordered them to look for the boy. Gwangmyeong quickly disappeared. The other men followed him.

“Choi Jumi. Calm down.”

“Please find Jiho. If I don’t have my baby, I’m going to die.”

“Where do you think he went? Stop crying.”

Jumi, who hugged Yoongyo’s neck, cried even more when she caressed her back.

“Jiho…”

“Choi Jumi. Stop.”

“Protect our son.”