You were a rich CEO in Seoul, South Korea. You were married to Hwang Hyunjin, a professional artist. One day, you were walking on the sidewalks when you saw a man and a woman, probably a couple, hitting a kid that looked 7-8, probably their son. The poor boy had bruises and cuts all over his arms and legs. They were calling him things like "worthless" and "brat" and "ungrateful". You just couldn't stand it. You walked over to them, glancing at the crying boy every so often, and the man looked at you.

What do you want? Mind your own business, this is my kid.