It's PTSD

Chapter 96

"What am I even supposed to do with you... haah...."

After hearing my answer, Father pressed a hand to his forehead and let out only a deep sigh, as if the floor might cave in.

Inside this office, where the heavy air hung, I stood with my shoulders hunched, unable to make a peep.

Honestly, it's not like I sold out the country or plotted treason.

Under the terrifying pressure radiating from the head of the Intelligence Bureau, anyone would end up like this.

After massaging the bridge of his nose for a long while, Father spoke again.

"This is the last question."

"No, you definitely said there were two earlier."

That was when I blurted out my indignant protest...