Seated while Chairman Kim was glaring at me, I felt the need to escape from his dull black eyes. However, Luther holding me down avoided me from fleeing and keeping me glued to my seat.
Luther and his father were having this unpleasant and confrontational conversation while I was acting as a mere spectator. Why was this scene familiar to me? Ah, yes, this was what happened just this morning. But, why was my mind making me relive it?
Before I could grasp an answer, Luther’s catching his father’s hand as he was about to strike him drew back my attention to them. Not intending to witness Luther’s next action, I turned my head sideways.
When I felt someone putting pressure on my wrist, I was taken aback to see a familiar big hand squeezing mine painfully. I was hoping, however vain it wa
