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He continued. This house was bought for him. The money above is money he hasn’t used yet. Every year he sends 8 million pesos; he saves the rest for when he stops.
But he did have a contract. If he leaves early, he’ll have to return all the money, more than 90 million pesos. There are two years left on his contract.
I was depressed. My son isn’t alive; he’s locked in a no-lock agreement but can’t escape.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Maria Luisa looked at the screen; her face changed. He
answered:
Yes, I’m going. As soon as the call ended, she looked at me. Mom, I have to go. I don’t have a specific deadline.
I saw her getting dressed, fixing her hair, being the perfect woman everyone else wants. Do you have to be like that all the time?
She nodded. I went to the kitchen and quickly prepared broth and rice. Eat first.
He sat down, picked up his spoon, and looked at the soup, his eyes red. He ate in silence, each sip like a memory from the past. I sat across from him, close but seemingly distant.
After dinner, she got up, Mom, I was leaving
When he disappeared, I noticed a small key on the table. I have a limit. I went upstairs, entered the money room, and found a small cabinet against the wall. The key is correct. When I opened it, it was a thick folder.
Signed in the name of Maria Luisa. Fourteen years old. No strict conditions are allowed for departure, all money must be returned if violated, the image must be maintained, outside relations are prohibited, and the other party has the right to act if reputation is damaged.
I leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe. For twelve years, my son lived in an iron cage but couldn’t get out.
When Maria Luisa returned, there was a tall man in a suit in the living room. He looked at me coldly. “Who are you?”
I am Maria Luisa’s mother
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He nodded, I know. I’ll take care of your son’s contract.
He was depressed. His name is Kang Jun.
When Maria Luisa arrived, her expression changed. She stood between us as if she were protecting me. The wind was strong. The man mentioned the contract before leaving, and before he left, he finally said two more years.
That night we slept together. My weak question: Aren’t you tired of this life?
“I’m tired, Mom. But I don’t want to remind you of yourself.”
I took her hand and went home. I don’t need the money, I need you.
She remained silent for a long time before answering. But I’m afraid.
The next day, he took me to a small wooden house in a quiet area on the outskirts of the city. After the contract ended, this is where he wanted to start over.
I told him not to wait two years. I’ll stay here with you.