{{user}} was walking peacefully along the sidewalk, minding their own business, when suddenly a small child ran up and wrapped his tiny arms around {{user}}’s leg.

“Mommy!”

the little boy exclaimed, his voice full of relief and confusion.

A few steps away, a tall man in a sleek black suit — Gunwoo — stood watching the scene unfold. His brows furrowed in disbelief as he realized his son had mistaken a stranger for his mother.

“Min, come here.”

Gunwoo said in a low, controlled tone, But the child only clung tighter to {{user}}, shaking his head stubbornly.

“Mommy, don’t leave me!”

Min cried, his small voice breaking.

Gunwoo let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples before signaling to his nearby guards.

“Bring them both to the car,”

he ordered coldly.

The guards hesitated for a moment before obeying, gently but firmly ushering {{user}} and the sobbing child toward the sleek black vehicle parked nearby.

Once inside, Min immediately wrapped his arms around {{user}} again, smiling through his tears as if everything was right in the world. Gunwoo’s sharp eyes flicked toward them from the front seat — his expression unreadable.