CH 90

Back then, Yoonshin had divorce precedents in his arms. Naturally, he also thought back to when the younger man cried after meeting his sister, his disconcertedness since then, and the anxiety and bitterness festering in Yoonshin’s eyes. Sehun felt the pieces to the puzzle were slowly coming together.

“I’m at a cul-de-sac,” Yoonshin had said.

Would he use such a dramatic phrase if his sister’s family circumstances weren’t that serious? If Yoonshin’s sister were getting a divorce, the societal rebound would be inevitable, given that the other party was the son of a conglomerate family and because they built an image of a loving couple to the public. But as long as Sehun remained a third party, he could separate himself from the issue upon the onset of pain and suffering.

Ultimately, there were two possibilities. Either Yoonshin was bold but he was helplessly feeble in mental fortitude and morality, or there was another serious issue behind the curtains.

Sehun threw his head back against the couch and looked around his tidy office before closing his eyes.

* * *

At the café on the first floor of the firm’s building, Yoonshin sat across from the client and was thoroughly looking through the evidence. He came down at Mihee’s earnest request, but he wasn’t feeling up for this matter.

Sehun often compared their work to shopping. Legal work was a type of service industry. It was easy to think that the customers had absolute power, but that wasn’t the case. If the seller didn’t want to sell their services, that was that. Matters like this were a type that Yoonshin would never have taken if he were still employed elsewhere.

Honestly, Yoonshin was overcome with the impulse to get up and leave this meeting. He flipped through the papers and then locked eyes with the man in front of him.

“I was just briefed on this as I was coming down. I haven’t gotten the chance to properly review the details. So, hmm… You were driving under the influence, hit a child on the road, then fled. You left the child behind. You also tampered with the scene of the accident.”

Perhaps Yoonshin sounded dour as the man quietly gave his excuse. “I was just so shocked, and it was dark… But I did go back and report the accident. I have the transcript of my call.”

The man flipped the documents for Yoonshin to a page near the back of the package. Yoonshin focused his attention on the paper. The transcript of the recorded phone conversation with the 911 dispatcher was printed. The client must have genuinely been shocked because he was all over the place, and the dispatcher had to repeat questions several times.

“What about CCTV surveillance? Why is that not in the list of evidence? There are usually a few cameras around,” Yoonshin asked pointedly.

“It was a national highway on the outskirts of Gyeonggi province. The police said that there were none because it was such a remote location.”

“Okay. Then, do you have pictures or videos of the scene of the accident?”

“I didn’t think to take any myself, but I do have my car’s dashcam. Here—I came here to deliver the original. According to Attorney Song, it won’t be all that favorable to me.”

Yoonshin dropped the memory card in the file folder. Then, he flipped through the documents again. He snapped a picture of the witness’ name and contact information and the contact information of the complainant child’s mother.

“This witness saw you flee, right?”

“Yes, and they also saw me coming back to the accident.”

“You did well to get the name and contact information of the witness,” Yoonshin told the client.

Yoonshin pulled out the picture of the child in between the files and stared at it. “So, it’ll take eight weeks for the patient to fully recover… He fractured his bones. His condition isn’t great.”

“Since he’s young, I only bumped into him slightly, but his bone snapped quite easily,” the client added.

Once he heard that, Yoonshin glared coldly at the man. “Did you also say that in front of the child’s parents? That their child’s bones probably broke easily because he’s a child?”