CHAPTER 33 — THE UNCLE
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Aarya couldn't breathe.
The library suddenly felt too small.
Too quiet.
Too suffocating.
The stranger stood near the doorway.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Dressed entirely in black.
His face remained partially hidden beneath the shadows.
Yet something about him felt familiar.
Painfully familiar.
"I'm your uncle."
The words echoed through the room.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Aarya stared at him.
Frozen.
"No."
The answer came automatically.
Instinctively.
Because that was impossible.
Everything felt impossible lately.
The man sighed.
Slowly.
Sadly.
"That's exactly what your father used to say whenever I annoyed him."
The room froze.
Her father.
The way he said those words wasn't random.
It wasn't a guess.
It sounded like memory.
Real memory.
The stranger slowly stepped into the light.
Aarya's breath caught.
For a moment—
she thought she was looking at her father.
Not exactly.
But close enough.
The same eyes.
The same jawline.
The same expression.
Older.
More worn.
More tired.
But undeniably related.
The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
Tears immediately filled Aarya's eyes.
Because for the first time—
she believed him.
"You..."
Her voice trembled.
"You're really my uncle?"
The man's expression softened.
"Yes."
Silence.
Twenty years.
Twenty years he had been missing.
Twenty years he had been watching.
Twenty years of secrets.
And now he stood in front of her.
Alive.
Real.
"Why?"
The question escaped immediately.
"Why didn't you come find me?"
Pain flashed across his face.
Real pain.
The kind that never truly disappeared.
"Because I promised your mother."
Aarya froze.
"What?"
The man swallowed hard.
Then slowly walked toward the fireplace.
For several moments—
he simply stared into the flames.
Lost in memories.
Finally—
he spoke.
"Your mother saved my life."
The room fell silent.
"Twenty-two years ago, I worked inside Project Aarya."
Aarya's stomach dropped.
Of course he did.
Every road led back to that project.
Every secret.
Every lie.
Every tragedy.
"I was one of the lead researchers."
The confession hit hard.
Because suddenly—
her uncle wasn't innocent.
Not completely.
He had been part of it.
The man noticed her expression immediately.
"You have every right to hate me."
Silence.
"People died because of that project."
His voice cracked slightly.
"Children died."
The guilt in his eyes looked genuine.
Painfully genuine.
"I can never change that."
For the first time—
Aarya saw something she hadn't expected.
Regret.
Overwhelming regret.
The kind that destroyed people from the inside.
Then—
the library doors burst open.
Jungkook.
Several bodyguards followed behind him.
Weapons drawn.
Danger radiating from every direction.
Because someone had reported an intruder.
And Jungkook never took chances where Aarya was concerned.
His eyes immediately found the stranger.
Then narrowed.
Dangerously.
"Aarya."
His voice remained calm.
Too calm.
"Move away from him."
The stranger laughed softly.
"Still protective."
The comment immediately caught Jungkook's attention.
Because strangers didn't speak like that.
Not unless they knew something.
Or someone.
"Who are you?"
The question came out cold.
Sharp.
Deadly.
The stranger looked directly at him.
Then smiled.
"You've got your father's eyes."
The room froze.
Jungkook's entire body tensed.
Because suddenly—
he recognized the man.
Not from memory.
From old photographs.
Very old photographs.
The same photographs recovered from Project Aarya.
"No."
For the first time—
Jungkook looked genuinely shocked.
The man nodded slowly.
"Hello, Jungkook."
A pause.
"My name is Kang Hyun-woo."
Silence.
"The man Chairman Han has spent twenty years hunting."
The room stopped breathing.
Because suddenly—
the most wanted ghost in their story stood right in front of them.
Alive.
Then—
a phone rang.
Everyone froze.
Unknown number.
Again.
Jungkook answered immediately.
Silence greeted him.
Then a familiar voice.
Minho.
Weak.
Hoarse.
Alive.
The relief that flooded the room was immediate.
Especially Jungkook's.
Though he'd never admit it aloud.
"You're alive."
Minho laughed weakly.
"Barely."
Then his tone changed.
Instantly.
Serious.
Urgent.
"Listen carefully."
The room became silent.
Because something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"What happened?"
Several seconds passed.
Then Minho delivered the bombshell.
"The traitor isn't one of your guards."
Jungkook frowned.
"What?"
"The leaks."
A pause.
"The information."
Another pause.
"The attacks."
Silence.
Then—
Minho said the name.
The one name nobody expected.
The one name that shattered the room.
"Your manager."
Everything stopped.
Jungkook stared.
No.
Not him.
Anyone but him.
Because his manager had worked with him for years.
Protected him.
Supported him.
Helped build his career.
Family.
Almost family.
Yet Minho continued.
"He works for Chairman Han."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then Hyun-woo spoke for the first time since the call began.
And his words chilled everyone.
"Not anymore."
The room turned toward him.
Confused.
Hyun-woo's expression darkened.
Because he already knew something they didn't.
Something terrible.
Something deadly.
Then he whispered—
"Chairman Han killed him yesterday."
The room froze.
Because if the traitor was dead—
then someone else was leaking information.
And that meant one horrifying thing.
There was still another enemy hiding among them.
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