Lee Sookyoung got up from the floor with s weary sigh. Finally, her trashy husband had gone off to drink some more.

She made her way towards a closed closet. She knocked softly on the door.

"Dokja," she called softly to her son. "It's alright, papa's gone now," she continued to speak softly. She didn't want her son to feel frightened to see her injured face.