Chaotic Nights — Chapter 182. Suspicion

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 2/3

She questioned whether Western doctors could cure Zen’s chronic lung disease. Could they also treat Jihak’s illness?

“Is there any update on Western doctors coming to Harye?”

Heein was taken aback by the sudden question.

“Why do you ask about that?”

“When I was in that town, I saw how they healed many people. Some were not completely healed, but their health improved with treatment. It appears to be a viable option.”

Heein put down her teacup with a serious expression.

Eunha remembered Jihak’s eyes. It was natural to lose his sight gradually, but to lose his sight suddenly was strange. The priest had told her that too.

It was a laid-back chat.

Eunha closely observed whenever he dealt with patients who had vision issues.

In case the doctors couldn’t cure him, maybe they could slow down the deterioration.

Eunha touched her chest.

“I’ll look into Western doctors. Can I ask you a favor?”

A smile appeared on Heein’s face.

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“I heard that a fabric store owner went to Heein’s house. It seems she ordered custom-made clothes for Eunha.”

A smile appeared on Jihak’s face at Yuljae’s report.

“My sister has made an effort.”

“I don’t think she knows Eunha is pregnant.”

“She doesn’t have to know yet. Sometimes ignorance is medicine.”

Then Jihak started to walk. Youngheung followed him.

“They’ll visit you in four days.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Suspicion flashed in his eyes. Jihak, who paused, looked around.

He’d been noticing odd glances for days. Had the King dispatched these people, or did Wongun do it? He wasn’t certain if the Defense Minister was behind it, but he was convinced these people were spies.

He felt an insect scanning his entire body.

The scent of opium wafting from Youngheung dulled Jihak’s senses.

“We must act during the banquet. My shadows will investigate their base.”

Youngheung swallowed dry saliva. He thought he heard words he shouldn’t have heard. He felt like the Grim Reaper had put a blade to his neck.

“Weren’t you curious?”

“I can’t believe you trust me…”

“Trust? Recall that you requested my support?”

“Of course.”

A cold sweat ran down Youngheung’s back.

“If this story reaches your ears, it may ruin the plan. Your life won’t be enough to pay for it.”

“Huh?”

“You have a sharp mind, so you should know.”

His eyes looked at him without any emotion. It was only at that moment that Youngheung understood Jihak was still assessing his loyalty. Youngheung showed utmost respect.

“That won’t happen.”

“I hope so.”

Only then did Jihak take a step toward an old bookshop. He opened the door confidently.

This place had the scent of exclusive ink. Song, who was organizing the newly arrived new books, suddenly turned blue.

“Jihak!”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Song.”

“What brings you here?”