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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | February in Sureton City was wet. It had been drizzling throughout the day, leaving the roads damp. The cold wind brought with it the rain, making Freya Somner shiver. She held an umbrella and curled up while crouching before the entrance to the city hall. It was already 5:00 pm. Would that person come? She was worried as she thought about her grandfather, Neil Somner, who lay sick in bed. Had he finished his IV drip? Would he need to use the restroom? Had Thomas Talbot already gone home? She looked up and scanned the empty streets. The city hall would close for the day at 5:30 pm. She would just grit her teeth and wait for another half an hour, then. If that person didn't show up, she could blame him and tell Neil and Thomas that he'd stood her up. It wasn't because she didn't want to marry him or anything. Neil was sick. As a traditional medicine practitioner, he knew his time was running out. Freya was his only concernโshe would be alone in the world once he passed. He'd contacted Thomas, whom he'd saved many years ago. Thomas had promised Neil that he would do everything in his power to help if Neil ever needed it. All Neil had to do was make the call. Years had passed since then, but the call had miraculously gone through. Thomas had shown up the very next day. Neil had explained the situation to him and asked Thomas to help care for Freya in the future. Thomas had generously said, "It's only natural for me to care for her. How about thisโI have many grandsons, so I'll have one of them marry Fae as a way of repaying you. That way, she won't be alone." Neil had agreed, leaving Freya with no room to object. She didn't want to marryโshe could take care of herself and was fine alone. She was currently staying at the dormitory her university had prepared for graduate students. She even had 2,300 a month as financial aid. Eating at the hospital's and university's cafeterias was cheapโshe only needed to spend 15 a day on food. However, Neil had insisted. He felt that it was hard to predict the future, and he would only be able to rest in peace once he saw that marriage certificate. That way, he'd be able to face Freya's parents in the afterlife with no regrets. Freya's parents had died after falling off a cliff. They'd been searching for a herbal catalyst to save Thomas back in the day. It had rained that day, just as it had on this day. Freya had seen her parents' corpses entwined with one another, their hands still clutching the herbal catalyst. After her parents passed away, she and Neil depended on each other for survival. It was on that day that she'd suddenly grown up. She'd studied hard and skipped grades, sitting for her SATs at 17 years old. Then, she'd gotten into Sureton University's medical faculty, joining the seven-year integrated bachelor's and master's program. She only had two years to go before she could graduate and officially start working. Things were starting to look good. Then, Neil had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. It was taking his life away. The screeching of brakes pulled Freya out of her reverie. She looked up at the offroad vehicle before her. It was painted a military green and covered in mud, and the tires were soiled. It was clear the car had ventured through the mountains. The door opened, blocking the man's face from her view. Still, she'd gotten a glimpse of his chiseled features. His bushy brows, tall nose, and deep-set eyes formed a handsome, honest face. With the door open, all Freya could see was the army pants enveloping his long legs and the leather boots he wore. It was a cold day, yet he only wore an olive green T-shirt. He stepped away from the car. Before Freya could take a closer look at his face, he approached her, stopping before her so his boots were level with her eyes. "Are you Freya Somner?" he asked, his voice deep and somewhat daunting. "Yeah." "Let's get married, then." He turned and headed into the city hall. Chapter 2 Freya wanted to stand up, but she'd been crouching for so long that her legs had gone numb. "What's wrong?" the man asked. "My legs have gone numb." She was lifted off her feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. An unfamiliar scent enveloped her, and she felt her face burn. The man placed her on the seat before the counter. "Get your identification." She kept her head lowered as she obediently placed the things on the counter. "Daniel Talbot," the staff said. "That's me," the man said. "Freya Somner." "Here," Freya said. She looked up at the staff. The staff looked at the identification she held, then at Freya. The latter's eyes were spirited but also carried a hint of naivety. Freya was only 22, but Daniel was already 28. He'd even carried her in. That made the staff suspect whether Freya had been forced into this. She asked, "Are you here to get married at your own will?" "Yes, I am," Freya said. "Alright, then. Fill up these forms, please." At 5:30 pm, Freya and Daniel walked out of the city hall. Freya looked down at her marriage certificate. She'd gone from being single to married once the staff stamped the certificate. She'd married a man she'd met for the first time without even dating him. The whole thing had only taken a matter of minutes. Daniel stopped and looked at her. "Where are you headed now?" She had kept her head down and hadn't been paying attention to the distance between them. She walked right into his chest. Pain spread through her, starting from her nose. Tears welled in Freya's eyes. How could his chest be as hard as a wall? She clamped a hand over her nose and looked at him tearily. "I'm going back to the hospital." He was so tall that her eyes were only level with his chest. It was incredibly muscular and looked just like the diagrams she'd seen in her medical texts. "Get in the car," he said. Freya struggled to open the door. She tugged it with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Daniel saw her from the driver's seat. He waved at her, gesturing for her to back up. Then, he opened the door from inside. "Which hospital are you going to?" he asked. "The county tumor hospital, the one at Percat Street. Thanks." Freya obediently settled in her seat. "Your seatbelt," he said. She put it on, and he started the car. She noticed that his hands and arms were tanned, with protruding veins. He oozed strength and power. Suddenly, Freya's stomach rumbled. The sound was magnified in the silent car. She instinctively held her stomach, her face turning beet red. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep embarrassing herself? Was there something about her that made her incompatible with Daniel? Her stomach continued to rumble for a while. Finally, the car stopped. Freya thought they'd arrived at the hospital and moved to open the door. Then, she looked out and said, "We're not at the hospital." Daniel had already gotten out of the car, though. He headed to a fruit store without looking back at her. Soon, he returned with a bag full of fruits. "I don't know what your grandfather likes, so I bought a little of everything." "He can't eat anything. Doctor's orders." Daniel looked at her, perhaps because she sounded too calm. Only then did Freya notice how deep-set his eyes were. There was a hint of dominance in them. "You have them, then." He placed the bag on her lap. "Have some to tide the hunger. I'm in a rush." Freya wondered whether he was showing his concern for her. A wave of warmth surged in her as she peeled a banana. It was sweet. โฆ The nurse had just removed Neil's IV drip when Freya and Daniel arrived at the ward. Thomas took the marriage certificates from Daniel and Freya and held them before Neil. He said happily, "Look at this, Neil. They're official marriage certificates with the stamps and all. They're genuine!" Neil smiled and nodded weakly. "That's great. I won't have anything to worry about anymore." "Come closer so Neil can see you, Dan," Thomas said. Daniel stepped forward. "Hi, Grandpa." Neil's smile widened. "Hiโฆ" He held Daniel's hand and said, "I'll leave Freya in your hands from now on. She's a softie but is stubborn on the inside. I hope you'll be more tolerant of her and take the time to explain your thoughts to her if you two ever get into an argument." Tears streamed down Freya's face when she heard this. Daniel said, "I will, Grandpa." "Don't worry, Neil. We won't mistreat Freya. Daniel has property and a carโI'll have him show Freya around his place right now. She can move in when she's free," Thomas said. Freya forgot about crying and stared at Thomas in shock when she heard that. Didn't she and Daniel only have to get married? Why did they even have to live together? "Go on, then. It's still light out, so you can see what the place is like," Neil said. Daniel and Freya headed to his place under Thomas' urging. Chapter 3 Daniel's apartment was in Sureton City's central commercial area. It was an expensive area with good infrastructureโthe medical and education systems were well-established. The residential area was right next to Sureton City's largest park. Freya looked at the minimalist, almost stark apartment. The marble coffee table was covered in a layer of dust. "This is your home?" "Yeah." Daniel also saw the dust. "I don't usually stay here." That didn't make sense at all. Why would anyone not live in their own home? Freya couldn't understand it. "There's a card here that you can use to pay for the utilities." He opened a drawer in the TV cabinet to show her. "If anything needs fixing, you can speak to the management office. "I'll have someone clean up the place later. There are two rooms, so you can pick whichever one you want. Feel free to use the study as wellโฆ" Freya observed the place. It was well renovated but showed no signs of being lived in. There weren't even any plates or utensils around. "What am I to you?" she suddenly asked. "My wife." "But I feel like your mistress," she said boldly. She didn't know whether Daniel had a girlfriend or anythingโperhaps he'd only married her due to Thomas' pressure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made her wait a whole afternoon for him, only arriving right before the city hall closed for the day. "What are you getting at?" Daniel asked. "I'm fine with getting a divorce if you already have a partnerโour grandfathers have seen the marriage certificates, anyway. I don't want to inadvertently end up as a homewrecker." She respected the elderly but wouldn't do anything immoral just to comply with Neil's and Thomas' wishes. Daniel understood now. "I'm single. I usually stay at the military camp in the mountains." Freya recalled his offroad vehicle and the mud on it. That, coupled with his outfit, made her realize just who he was. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." "It's fine. I'll take you back to the hospital nowโyou can move in here whenever it's convenient for you." "What about you?" she blurted. Then, she disdained herself for asking. What did his matters have to do with her? "I need to head back after this. There's an urgent mission I need to handle." That was the last thing Daniel said to her. โฆ Shortly after Daniel left, Neil's condition took a turn for the worse, and a new semester started. Freya bustled back and forth between the university and the hospital daily. On days when Neil felt better, he could even hold Freya's hand and reminisce with her. Neither of them mentioned that rainy night, though. He kept telling her that life was long and that she had to live well independently. However, he also told her she couldn't expect to do everything herself. She had to give in occasionally. Daniel looked like a good man, and they had to communicate with each other. They had to understand each otherโฆ Neil said many things. Freya wanted to object to everything and tell him that none of that mattered. She wanted him to know that she only wanted to spend her life with him in a small town called Floriver Town. She wanted to read medical texts and pick herbs with him. However, as a doctor, she was rational enough to know there was no chance of them ever returning to that life. The reports and data she saw every day were enough to tell her that Neil's condition was deteriorating. She cried almost daily throughout that month but hid it well. Neil never noticed. One day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. Freya drew the curtains, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room. Neil was in good spirits. "The weather is so nice today, Fae. Maybe you should take me off my oxygen tube now." He sounded calm, but Freya faltered while clipping his nails. She acted like she hadn't heard him and moved on to the next finger. "I can't take it anymore, Fae. I'm on drug every day, but it still hurts so bad. I'm begging you, okay?" His plea made Freya's nose prickle. Tears rolled down her face and landed on the floor, fading within seconds. Neil was a proud and strong man who'd never begged anyone in his life. Nowโฆ It looked like she really had to let him go. She slowly shut her eyes, sounding choked up as she said, "Okay. I'll get a doctor after I'm done clipping your nails." "The weather is so nice today that I feel so much more relaxed," Neil said. He lifted a hand with difficulty to caress her head one last time. It reminded her of how he'd praised her whenever she could memorize the things she'd read in the medical texts. After Freya signed the necessary documents, the doctor removed Neil's oxygen tube. She stood by his bedside and held his hand until his body became devoid of warmth. Thomas helped her with Neil's funeral, after which he urged her to move into Daniel's apartment. Chapter 4 Two years passed in the blink of an eye. "There's no time to eat, Dr. Somner. We're being dispatched for a house call." Freya was in a hospital's emergency room. When she heard the nurse, Jade Winton, call her, she put a folder over her unfinished instant mac and cheese and left the doctor's lounge. "Where's Dr. Wood?" she asked while wearing a mask. She hurried to catch up with Jade. "He's accompanying Lena for a prenatal check. I've called him, and he's on his way." Jade grabbed a first-aid kit and an extra bag of gauze and bandages. She handed them to Freya. "What's the situation? Why do we need so many bandages and gauze?" "A luxury jewelry store was robbed. The store's staff called the police, but the robbers discovered them and took ten staff hostage. We're being dispatched to provide medical assistance," Jade said. She told Freya everything she knew, then added, "Don't be rash later. Leave everything to Dr. Wood." "Got it. Thanks, Jade." Freya's mentor, Jason Wood, arrived at the same time as Freya and Jade. He was a tall, skinny man whose hairline was receding. He'd come from a prenatal check with his wife, Lena Johnson, and had already changed into his uniform. It made him look particularly spirited. "What's the situation?" he asked as he got into the car. "A jewelry store's been robbed. The robbers are armed," Jade said. Silence descended upon the car. They didn't know what they were facing but had to go at it regardless. Medicine knew no borders, and all lives were equal in worth. They had to save lives as long as they were at risk. When Freya and the others arrived, the police had already secured the scene. A crowd consisting of spectators and staff from various media outlets gathered behind the police line, surrounding the place and making it hard for anyone to get through. Police cars and vehicles belonging to a SWAT team were parked outside the jewelry store. There were also three buses with the windows tinted black. Freya followed Jason out of the car. A man who looked like an administrator hurried over to them, looking anxious. "The robbers need a doctor in there to save their comrade. Which one of you two will go in?" Freya looked at the jewelry store. It had three floors and was a corner lot with an expansive view. A mall was behind it, which meant it probably had more than one exit. "I'll go," Jason said, dragging Freya out of her reverie. She gave him a disagreeable look. "No way. I'll go, Dr. Wood. You have parents and children to care for, and Lena's conceived with your second child. You can't go in there." "You can't, either. You're inexperienced." Jason's attitude was firm. "The situation is complicated. I'm the only one who can head in there." Freya didn't argue with him. She turned to the administrator and volunteered. "I'll go, sir. I've passed the medical board exam and can practice independently. I don't have any dependents or relatives to care for." He looked at her. She was young and so nervous that she clenched her fists, but her expression was calm. She was bold, but her courage needed some training. "You can go, then. We don't know the situation inside, so we can only act when the Falcon Strike Unit arrives. All you need to do when you get in there is to save whoever is injured. Drag things out for as long as possible while ensuring your safety and wait for help." "Understood, sir." Freya wore her medical cap and gave herself a mental pep talk. "Freyaโฆ" Jason started. "I have to gain experience since I don't have it, Dr. Wood. You have to give me a chance," she said. That was what medicine was like. One had to be bold and careful while constantly defeating one's old self. That way, one would only become a better version of oneself. Jason knew what Freya was like. She'd met various people when treating patients. When some of them criticized or insulted her, she wouldn't take it lying down. Her retorts left much to be desired, though. For instance, if a patient said she was incapable and that a doctor online had told them this and that, she would say, "I'll leave, then. You can ask your online doctor to treat you." Once, someone had shouted at her, saying she was useless. She'd clapped back, calling that person the useless one. "Do you guys have a bulletproof vest or something? Give one to her." Jason knew nothing he said would change Freya's mind. The administrator gave one of his subordinates a look. A member of the SWAT team brought a bulletproof vest over. Freya took her doctor's coat off and put the bulletproof vest on over her T-shirt. Then, she put her uniform on. Chapter 5 Jade handed Freya the first-aid kit before hanging the stethoscope from her neck. "You're just going to ignore everything I told you before we came here, aren't you? You're bound to get into trouble if you continue like this." "No one is more suitable than me, Jade," Freya said calmly. "It's not like the military region's general hospital lacks doctors. If you turn them down, they'll arrange for someone else to come." "But it's too far away. They'll take at least 30 minutes to arrive. That doesn't conform to the principles of pre-hospitalization emergency care." Jade was one of the emergency room's most experienced nurses, so she knew Freya was right. It was the only thing they could do under the circumstances. The administrator held a loudspeaker and shouted toward the store, "The doctor is coming. Open the door." A hoarse voice rang out as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Put the first-aid kit on the ground and turn in a circle. Then, take everything out of the first-aid kit and lay them on the ground." Freya did as told. She'd just placed the final tool on the ground when the hoarse voice rang out again. "Put the things back in and come inside." Freya packed everything back. She was about to enter the store when she felt a cool breeze. Curious, she looked in the direction it had come. A helicopter was hovering in midair in one of the jewelry store's blind spots. A tall figure in camouflage slid down the rope and made a smooth landing. It happened in seconds. Freya stared at the man, finding his figure incredibly familiar. He wore a black mask, and his sharp eyes flitted past her. Then, he hid behind the wall. Another team member landed behind him. "Come in," the hoarse voice urged loudly. He sounded impatient. Freya knew she had to enter the store since these people had yet to infiltrate it. Once she understood that, she didn't hesitate to head inside. As soon as she pushed open the door, she smelled the metallic scent of blood. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the neck and roughly dragged her inside. Then, he flung her onto the floor and commanded, "Save him." She looked at the man on the floor. His mask, shaped like a pig's head, had been thrown aside. He looked ashen while struggling to breathe and had cyanosis of the nail bed. These were all signs of a lack of oxygen. Freya checked him and concluded that he was having an asthma attack. His throat had swelled up, leading to breathing difficulties. She searched his bag while muttering, "Where's the inhaler?" Asthma patients would bring their inhalers when they were out, but she didn't find one in his bag. "What are you looking for?" a man in a mask shaped like a dog's head asked. "His inhaler," she said. "He doesn't have one. Do a cricothyrotomy on him right now." Freya was taken aback. "How are you related to him? You know how to save him?" Suddenly, he pressed a gun to her forehead. "Shut up if you don't want to die. Just do as I say!" The iciness of the metal made Freya's heart clench. Her mind went blank for a second, and she couldn't think. "Hurry up!" He kicked her shoulder. The pain made her snap to her senses. She forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath before commencing anatomical positioning and sterilization. Then, she inserted a thick injection needle into the cricothyroid membrane. The process didn't take long, and the man gradually started looking better. Suddenly, a black thing landed not far from Freya. Before she realized what it was, a few more followed. The inside of the store was quickly filled with smoke, and people started yelling. The alarm went off. Freya wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hide, but a hand wrapped around her neck. A gun was pressed to her forehead, and someone snarled, "You're coming with me." Chapter 6 The man dragged Freya to a secluded corner to hide. The cold feeling against her temple made her compliant. Her palms grew sweaty as she stood there, and she could hear her heart racing. No matter how nervous or scared she was, she could only place her faith in the Falcon Strike Unit and tightly hold the needle in her hand. A few minutes later, red lights flashed at them. The man dragged Freya out of their hiding spot. Before she could even see what was happening, she heard a muffled groan behind her. Then, there was a thump, and the robber's hand fell before her. She was still lost when a team of three surrounded her. A familiar voice said, "Take her out, Rabbit." "Roger, Falcon." This voice belonged to a woman. Rabbit, or Loren Smith, turned to Freya. "Come with me." Freya turned to look at the familiar man while following Loren out. He glanced at her while walking up the stairs, and his sharp eyes matched the ones in her memory. She asked Loren, "Is the person you called Falcon Daniel Talbot?" Loren faltered. Then, she continued walking out while observing their surroundings. She didn't respond to Freya's question, but Freya knew she was right. After leaving the jewelry store, the situation outside left no room for Freya to be pensive. She threw herself into workโthe jewelry store's staff had more or less been injured. Jason was rescuing the most critically injured ones, so she had to handle those who were only bruised or scraped. The injured staff came and went as she stopped the bleeding, cleaned wounds, and bandaged them. "Freya." She looked up in the middle of stopping a patient's bleeding to see black leather boots before her. Then, she raised her head to find Daniel standing before her. She looked away and continued with her work. "Yes?" "Help me clean this up." He'd taken his mask off, his tanned face unreadable. It had been two years since they'd last seen each other. Now that they were reunited, Freya still couldn't help feeling a little scared of him. Based on what she remembered, he was a little domineering, and he spoke and acted brusquely. "I'm almost done here." She picked up the pace and recorded the time. Then, she called out to Jade, who was somewhere behind her, "I'm done with the last one, Jade. They can be sent to the hospital now." She turned back to Daniel. "Have a seat." She sterilized her hands and scanned him. There didn't seem to be any wounds on him, so she asked, "Where's your injury?" "The side of my abdomen." He lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage around his waist. Freya crouched before him, finding that the bandage had already been stained with blood. She removed it and looked at the stitches on the neat woundโit was a knife wound. He asked, "How have you been for the past two years?" "Not too bad." "I was on a mission abroad when your grandfather passed. I've only just returned." Freya faltered. Daniel was explaining why he had missed Neil's funeral. Her voice remained calm as she said, "I understand." They didn't speak anymore after that. Freya didn't ask about the wound, merely cleaning it and bandaging it again. She stood up and took off her gloves, throwing them into the medical waste bin. "You'll have to be careful with your wound for some time. It'll take longer for you to recover if you keep reopening it." "Thanks," he said. "You're welcome." Their conversation was polite and distant. "This is yours, right?" Daniel suddenly held out a sandalwood bracelet with an emerald pendant in the middle. Freya's face was carved on itโit didn't look much like her, though. It was a bracelet her father had made for her. "Yes, it is. Thanks." She reached out for it. Her fingers brushed against his palm as she took the bracelet from him, making her heart skip a beat. She immediately retracted her hand. "I'm leaving." Daniel stood up. He straightened his shirt and returned to his unit. Freya watched as the helicopter started up. The blades spun, lifting the aircraft into the air. Then, it flew away. "Let's go, Dr. Somner. We're taking a police car back," Jade called. Freya snapped to her senses. The helicopter was no longer in sight. All that was left was a vortex cloud left from its tail. She tightened her grip on the bracelet and packed everything up. Then, she ran to Jade with the first-aid kit and medical waste bag in hand. โฆ After the incident, Jason requested that she be placed under counseling and given a month off. Freya returned to work after only three days at home, though. "Go home and rest," he said. "I need to do something with my hands, Dr. Wood." Jason pressed a hand to his forehead and threw her a pair of gloves. "Go to the debridement room and change the dressing for the patients there. You're not allowed to go on house calls or dispatches in the future." "Why?" 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Read next chapter | On her wedding anniversary, she dressed up for a date but was drugged and manipulated by her husband's mistress, leading to spend a night with a stranger. To her surprise, he turned out to be her husband's half-brother and business rival! ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the d*ug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a d*ug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. P**gnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bl**d test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j**k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a s*ap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2024-11-28 19:48 | active | 1936 | 0 | Autrefois, Madisyn รฉtait la seule fille des Chapman. Mais la faรงade avait volรฉ en รฉclats lorsque Jeffry Chapman, qu'elle connaissait comme son pรจre, avait รฉtรฉ victime d'un grave accident qui avait nรฉcessitรฉ une transfusion s*nguine urgente. Les analyses suivantes avaient rรฉvรฉlรฉ que Madisyn n'รฉtait pas son enfant biologique. Jeffry avait ensuite fait appel ร son vaste rรฉseau pour retrouver sa vรฉritable fille, Jenna. Jenna avait montรฉ plusieurs plans contre Madisyn, mais ses parents fermaient les yeux, leur mรฉpris pour Madisyn รฉtant ร peine voilรฉ et a dรฉcidรฉ de rendre Madisyn ร sa vraie famille. Madisyn a pris son modeste sac et s'est dirigรฉe vers la porte, d'un pas dรฉcidรฉ et inรฉbranlable. Elle ne s'est pas retournรฉe vers la famille qu'elle laissait derriรจre elle. Elle a hรฉlรฉ un taxi. La destination รฉtait un village humble et dรฉlabrรฉ, loin de l'opulence qu'elle avait connue. En arrivant, elle a remarquรฉ l'รฉtat de dรฉlabrement de la maison de ses parents biologiques, l'air rempli de cris รฉtouffรฉs qui lui ont serrรฉ le cลur. En entrant, elle a vu beaucoup de monde. Le contraste รฉtait saisissant. Un homme vรชtu d'un costume propre et รฉlรฉgant, entourรฉ de gardes du corps, se tenait devant un couple en pleurs, vรชtu d'un simple costume de paysan. Alors que Madisyn contemplait ce tableau surrรฉaliste, l'homme s'est retournรฉ, les yeux remplis de rouge et d'incrรฉdulitรฉ. Il s'est prรฉcipitรฉ vers elle, les bras grands ouverts. ยซ Ma fille, c'est bien toi! Je ne peux pas croire que tu sois vraiment vivante! ยป La voix de l'homme grand et imposant s'est brisรฉe sous le coup de l'รฉmotion. Madisyn est restรฉe bouche bรฉe. Le fermier a soupirรฉ lourdement, ยซ Cet homme est ton vrai pรจre. ยป Madisyn a regardรฉ l'รฉtranger, notant les similitudes indรฉniables entre leurs traits. Madisyn a suivi l'homme en costume jusqu'ร une rutilante Rolls-Royce garรฉe sur le trottoir. ยซ Madisyn, moi c'est Glenn Johns, ton pรจre. ร partir de maintenant, je suis lร pour toi ; n'hรฉsite pas ร me demander ce dont tu as besoin ยป, a dit l'homme en costume, d'une voix douce mais ferme. Elle prise de conscience faite lentement : Glenn Johns n'รฉtait pas seulement un homme riche, il รฉtait le PDG du Groupe Johns, l'homme le plus riche de Gemond... &9& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.kifflire.com/19915410-fb_contact-frp | La ville du livre | https://www.facebook.com/61564304550999/ | 482 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.kifflire.com | VIDEO | https://fbweb.kifflire.com/19915410-fb_contact-frp65_2-0920-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=060236&accid=3564626023799239&rawadid=120215325960380541 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468099865_8650101855096701_5893467715975048059_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=87CtcOf7-bQQ7kNvgHO6HUg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AaluseC9tfg9XkTBsvdG15-&oh=00_AYA_TBPCCqJSdfIdaLDlzatBq4FxnkDzFlhIGoLSjMSakA&oe=674EEBB5 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | La ville du livre | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | After a tragic accident left Emily Yates without her memories, she fell in love with her savior, Justin Yates, unaware that he was hiding the truth and using her as a stand-in for his first love. For three long years, Emily poured everything into the relationship, hoping he would love her back. But on the day Justin proposed, he held his "one true love" in his arms and left Emily stranded on a foreign street, still expecting her to remain his secret mistress. * โDidnโt I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?โ Justinโs voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. โYou proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now youโre holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And youโre not even coming home? Staying out all night?โ โStop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,โ he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Emily wasnโt leaving without answers. โYou think Iโm being unreasonable? Iโm your fiancรฉe. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? โIโll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, youโre coming home with me.โ Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justinโs arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justinโs personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. โWhat do you mean by this?โ Emilyโs voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didnโt respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancรฉe he had just proposed to. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. โDonโt be childish.โ Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? โIf you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!โ | LEARN_MORE | https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&ut | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 320 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | beokn.com | DCO | https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464524242_869324355322502_5461206031477697920_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rzbmGccja5cQ7kNvgGnuRZX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AraYCWYwKh04mAL8uXF5m1b&oh=00_AYCKJIuThP7bm1EsOIVXd1USw58pQFf0sZqfLc2eBlXV-Q&oe=674EDA6A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Read the next chapters๐ | At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before herโher husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, sheโs really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I donโt need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wifeโs veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didnโt understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother. Sheโs made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estateโs affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. Sheโs a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldnโt want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. Sheโs straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you wonโt like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, youโll be in separate wings. She wonโt compete with you for control of the household. She doesnโt care about those things.โ โDo you really think Iโm attached to managing this household?โ Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrettโs mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligationsโall these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. โEnough, I wonโt argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,โ said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. โMy lady, my lord was too much!โ said Lulu, Carissaโs maid, wiping her tears away. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?โ Lulu held her forehead and gasped. โBut your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.โ Tears finally welled up in Carissaโs eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. Youโre the only child I have left.โ Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissaโs youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmotherโs and motherโs gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissaโs mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, youโll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, Iโll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissaโs eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my familyโs achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, Iโll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissaโs expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think Iโm that silly? If I manage to reach the king, Iโll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "Itโs Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, letโs go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrettโs father, Jonathan, didnโt fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebeccaโs room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "Youโre here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. Youโre the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadnโt expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. Sheโs rather rough around the edges and doesnโt compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, itโs a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isnโt that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But itโs quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The kingโs edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, sheโs a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials canโt be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebeccaโs expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, youโve always been sensible. Now that youโve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Auroraโs contributions in this battle were greater than Barrettโs. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissaโs tone remained chilly as she said, "If theyโre husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Arenโt you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. Iโll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "Iโm still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how youโve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebeccaโs medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebeccaโs medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her familyโs business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didnโt mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "Thatโs settled, then. Iโll hand over the accounts tomorrow and wonโt be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, youโre being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissaโs compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissaโs expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isnโt even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterlyโฆ unsensible of her. "Take off that dress youโre wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serenaโs cheeks flushed with anger. "I didnโt beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you donโt want me to have it." "Fine. And donโt forget the jewelry youโre wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If thereโs nothing else, Iโll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! โSheโll come around. She doesnโt have any other choice,โ Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasnโt like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissaโs heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and motherโtheir corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estateโs family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parentsโ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. โDad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. Itโs not that I donโt want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.โ Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, โMy lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks youโre here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didnโt eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?โ โIโm not hungry.โ The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. โPlease donโt be so hard on yourself. Itโs not worth getting sick over. Why donโt we just let it go? After all, youโre still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, sheโll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?โ Lulu pleaded. Carissaโs gaze was cold. โLulu, if youโre going to talk like that, donโt speak at all.โ Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt see her. The edict has been issued, and I canโt take it back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.โ โIf we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivanโs contributions surpass all others,โ Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivanโs third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissaโs situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before herโher husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, sheโs really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I donโt need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wifeโs veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didnโt understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother. Sheโs made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estateโs affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. Sheโs a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldnโt want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. Sheโs straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you wonโt like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, youโll be in separate wings. She wonโt compete with you for control of the household. She doesnโt care about those things.โ โDo you really think Iโm attached to managing this household?โ Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrettโs mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligationsโall these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. โEnough, I wonโt argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,โ said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. โMy lady, my lord was too much!โ said Lulu, Carissaโs maid, wiping her tears away. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?โ Lulu held her forehead and gasped. โBut your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.โ Tears finally welled up in Carissaโs eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. Youโre the only child I have left.โ Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissaโs youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmotherโs and motherโs gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissaโs mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, youโll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, Iโll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissaโs eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my familyโs achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, Iโll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissaโs expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think Iโm that silly? If I manage to reach the king, Iโll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "Itโs Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, letโs go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrettโs father, Jonathan, didnโt fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebeccaโs room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "Youโre here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. Youโre the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadnโt expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. Sheโs rather rough around the edges and doesnโt compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, itโs a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isnโt that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But itโs quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The kingโs edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, sheโs a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials canโt be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebeccaโs expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, youโve always been sensible. Now that youโve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Auroraโs contributions in this battle were greater than Barrettโs. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissaโs tone remained chilly as she said, "If theyโre husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Arenโt you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. Iโll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "Iโm still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how youโve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebeccaโs medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebeccaโs medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her familyโs business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didnโt mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "Thatโs settled, then. Iโll hand over the accounts tomorrow and wonโt be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, youโre being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissaโs compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissaโs expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isnโt even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterlyโฆ unsensible of her. "Take off that dress youโre wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serenaโs cheeks flushed with anger. "I didnโt beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you donโt want me to have it." "Fine. And donโt forget the jewelry youโre wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If thereโs nothing else, Iโll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! โSheโll come around. She doesnโt have any other choice,โ Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasnโt like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissaโs heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and motherโtheir corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estateโs family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parentsโ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. โDad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. Itโs not that I donโt want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.โ Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, โMy lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks youโre here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didnโt eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?โ โIโm not hungry.โ The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. โPlease donโt be so hard on yourself. Itโs not worth getting sick over. Why donโt we just let it go? After all, youโre still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, sheโll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?โ Lulu pleaded. Carissaโs gaze was cold. โLulu, if youโre going to talk like that, donโt speak at all.โ Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt see her. The edict has been issued, and I canโt take it back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.โ โIf we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivanโs contributions surpass all others,โ Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivanโs third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissaโs situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" 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๐ฅ๐ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐ | My husband Elijah wanted to do some sweet things with me again, however, he suddenly brought up his ex-girlfriend. This caused my emotions to explode. I hadnโt realized Iโd already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. If he wasnโt, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. โHey, playing hard to get, arenโt you?โ he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didnโt have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. โWhen did Serena start working at your company?โ I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didnโt stop what he was doing. โNot sure. Probably recruited by HR.โ He traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. โSerena is such a talented addition to our team,โ he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldnโt believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. "You know," he said, oblivious to my disappointment, "she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years." Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gazeโa kind of infatuationโthat he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. Heโs probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didnโt want him anywhere near me. Iโve been obedient, helpful, and hardworkingโฆ But no one cares. Not even my own husband. Iโm nothing to him. He doesnโt love me and he never learned to. Thatโs the most painful of all. A sudden surge of clarity and calmness washed over me. โI want to divorce you.โ | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 851 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13552&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/456447136_513011344615331_1497297673340256615_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=miUg-MmIjkgQ7kNvgFBtUn1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A4yAB9vVGYX7zdmohVWvwfC&oh=00_AYDwckkVfVU4fUbElvpz4b9iLkn51mU4TUMWfK_y27rmow&oe=674F07D4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | Lily POV After my mother slapped me and pushed me down the stairs on the morning of my sister Stephanie's death memorial, I fell unconscious, but the moment I woke up, I was in Stepahnie's memorial while my fated mate Alpha James mind-linked me, "Little Mate, don't you want to know who spent the night in my bedroom last night?" James smirked at me. This is his revenge for Stephanie, his late girlfriend. "You deserve this. Vile murderer! That's how you pay for causing my girlfriend's death!" He roared at me the other day by the waterfall when we found each other to be fated mates. My dead sister's boyfriend and I. What a joke the Moon Goddess plays. But I will not sit idly when the betrayal pains were about to rip my heart apart. "I, Lily Borgen, reject you Alpha James!" I snarled back. ... James POV It's been a few months since I accepted Lily rejection and she ran away from the pack. Regrets are the only thing I ever feel these days. I love her, she is my fated mate! For god's sake. Dr. Hyden from the neighboring pack brought me the information of Lily. Thank godness, she is alive! But she won't come back to the pack that has tortured her for years. "Son, I am sorry for what happened between you and Lily. But you need to move on." My mother comforted me,"Maybe it's a good idea to have another woman to be by your side." I know what she meant. "Mom, I couldn't forget Lily. Please stop this. I was so wrong to her." Thinking back how I bullied her and punished her by sleeping with othe women, my heart ached. "Actually, I have a question for you." Suddenly, I became suspicious of why my mother was so keen on my moving on. "Did you know how Stephanie really die?" An unprecedented terror appeared on her face. | LEARN_MORE | https://getokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10745&u | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 851 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | getokn.com | DCO | https://getokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10745&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/454657722_1007583524481875_6441165962381822921_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KaQ4u5tOm4UQ7kNvgH_ggKb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVZB5YRubJZo2CNiki2hbX2&oh=00_AYC7c7-yEGvo-iOSiK4YwYyAxvoHJdLejEGoBWGfU6H45Q&oe=674F03BE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโt really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ โOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | In Debra's last life, she loved Juan so much, but everyone knew that the one he cherished was Shelia. After Debra was drained of her last bit of value by Juan, she tragically died on the operating table. Reborn in this life, Debra swears never to repeat the same mistakes, and she will make Juan regret what he has done! "Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she died from postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophieโs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. 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Yes | 2024-11-28 19:48 | active | 1936 | 0 | En medio de la ruina econรณmica de su familia, ella renunciรณ a su preciado violรญn y se convirtiรณ en la dรณcil mascota de su esposo, solo para encontrarse con el desprecio de este. Afortunadamente, ella por fin despertรณ, se divorciรณ con valentรญa y reiniciรณ su carrera musical, alcanzando un gran รฉxito y provocando el remordimiento de su ex. ===== Joelle Miller examinรณ minuciosamente el feed de Twitter de Rebecca Lloyd, estudiando con mucha atenciรณn cada video, ansiosa por ver el rostro del novio de Rebecca. Rebecca, la protagonista de los videos, irradiaba ternura y delicadeza con su sencillo vestido blanco. Si bien no era tan bella, tenรญa una genuina sencillez y una sonrisa encantadora. Habรญa descubierto que, en los dรญas importantes, Nochebuena, San Valentรญn e incluso el cumpleaรฑos de Joelle, Rebecca estaba con Adrian Miller, su supuesto esposo, quien se habรญa ausentado de todos esos dรญas durante los รบltimos tres aรฑos. Esas alegres narraciones sobre su vida con su novio fueron mรกs que suficientes para hundirla en la tristeza. "ยฟLo ven? รl siempre guarda para mรญ la parte mรกs jugosa de una sandรญa". "Incluso cuando llega tarde a casa, siempre me trae algo". "ยกY miren esta sorpresa! Recogiรณ de la iglesia un amuleto de bendiciรณn para mรญ". ...... El nombre de usuario era "Cuenta Regresiva Hacia la Muerte", la รบnica cuenta a la que Joelle seguรญa. Justo cuando reflexionaba sobre el siniestro nombre, la puerta del baรฑo se abriรณ. En la habitaciรณn poco iluminada apareciรณ Adrian. Gotas de agua caรญan de su cabello. A pesar de la tenue iluminaciรณn, sus atractivos rasgos permanecรญan intactos. Joelle cerrรณ instintivamente su celular y le dio una mirada reflexiva. Hacรญa mucho tiempo desde la รบltima vez que lo vio. Esa noche รฉl no estaba ahรญ por decisiรณn propia. Su abuela, Irene Miller, estaba enferma y, como querรญa un bisnieto con desesperaciรณn, lo obligรณ a regresar. De lo contrario, tal vez nunca hubiera venido. Durante sus tres aรฑos de matrimonio, Adrian pasaba la mayor parte del tiempo en Villas Oak, por lo que rara vez estaba en casa. Todos sabรญan que en realidad no amaba a Joelle. Estaba atrapada en un matrimonio por conveniencia. "Solo te voy a dar una oportunidad. El destino dirรก si quedas e**arazada o no", declarรณ Adrian con una voz resonante. ยฟQuรฉ querรญa decir? Antes de que Joelle pudiera seguir pensando, Adrian la agarrรณ del tobillo y la atrajo hacia รฉl. Joelle palideciรณ ante su crueldad, su cuerpo se tensรณ de miedo. "ยกAdrian! Basta, no quiero...". Empezรณ a luchar frenรฉticamente. Era una completa humillaciรณn verse obligada a vivir en esa situaciรณn con el hombre que amaba. Adrian hizo una mueca de desprecio. "Te atreviste a diseรฑo una vez, asรญ que debiste haberlo visto venir. Solo aguรกntalo". Ante esas duras palabras, los ojos de Joelle se llenaron de lรกgrimas y sus pestaรฑas bailaron como mariposas heridas. Mirando su rostro severo, dijo con voz temblorosa: "Las cosas no fueron lo que imaginabas..." Pero sus protestas fueron interrumpidas. Su resistencia se desvaneciรณ a medida que la desesperaciรณn se apoderaba de ella. "Has aprendido que hacerte la difรญcil es mucho mรกs interesante que quedarse tirada como un pez muerto", comentรณ con rencor. Despuรฉs de ducharse, se marchรณ sin mirar atrรกs, como si no quisiera quedarse mรกs tiempo ahรญ. Joelle no entendรญa quรฉ papel tenรญa en su vida. ยฟSolo era un juguete para su placer? ยฟO una herramienta para cumplir las expectativas de su familia de tener un heredero? La ventana estaba completamente abierta, por lo que entraba un gรฉlido y cortante viento. A Joelle se le erizaron los pelos de la nuca y se arropรณ mรกs con su manta. No solo temblaba de frรญo, sino que sentรญa su corazรณn desgarrado, ahora no conocรญa en absoluto al hombre que habรญa adorado durante casi ocho aรฑos. Tres aรฑos atrรกs, en un lujoso banquete organizado por la familia Miller, Joelle bebiรณ demasiado. Cuando se despertรณ, en la con Adrian. Antes de que pudiera asimilar lo que estaba pasando, su hermano y varios miembros de su familia irrumpieron. Ya no podรญa revertir lo sucedido. La abuela de Adrian tomรณ las riendas y organizรณ su matrimonio. Desde entonces, รฉl estaba convencido de que Joelle lo habรญa hecho a propรณsito. A ella le desconcertaba su profunda animosidad, por mรกs que creyera que lo habรญa d**gado. Despuรฉs de todo, habรญan crecido juntos. Pero ahora lo entendรญa todo. Para รฉl, ella no era mรกs que la nefasta mujer que habรญa saboteado su relaciรณn con Rebecca. A menudo pensaba en lo perfecto que รฉl se veรญa en los videos de Rebecca, siempre tan gentil y atento. Probablemente nunca le mostrarรญa esa misma ternura. No pudo contener mรกs las lรกgrimas y sucumbiรณ a un ataque de sollozos. Esa noche no pudo dormir bien. Tuvo sueรฑos sobre el pasado, cuando ella y Adrian no estaban en malos tรฉrminos. Debido a su angustia, Joelle se levantรณ inusualmente temprano. Despuรฉs de lavarse, se puso ropa de casa y bajรณ las escaleras. Leah Jenkins, la empleada domรฉstica con muchos aรฑos de servicio, la vio bajar y rรกpidamente puso la mesa con el desayuno, ya que conocรญa sus preferencias dietรฉticas. Joelle se tomรณ su tiempo para comer lentamente. "Seรฑora Miller, ยฟpor quรฉ anoche no convenciรณ a su esposo para que se quedara? No viene a casa a menudo", comentรณ Leah con simpatรญa. Habรญa sido sirvienta de la familia Miller durante muchos aรฑos, por lo que habรญa visto cรณmo los dos se convertรญan de amigos de la infancia a enemigos. Joelle se mostrรณ incรณmoda, pero lo ocultรณ con una sonrisa serena. "Lo intentรฉ, pero no quiso quedarse". Incluso si pudiera mantener a Adrian cerca, รฉl tenรญa el corazรณn en otra parte. Mรกs concretamente, en Villas Oak, el hogar de la mujer que realmente amaba. Leah dudรณ y agregรณ con cautela: "Tal vez sea porque el seรฑor Miller estรก muy ocupado con la empresa. Dirigir una compaรฑรญa tan grande requiere mucho tiempo". Tres aรฑos atrรกs, le habรญan reasignado para cuidar de Joelle, asรญ que entendรญa los entresijos de ese matrimonio mejor que nadie. Su perspicacia trajo consigo una sincera simpatรญa hacia ella. Las pestaรฑas de Joelle temblaron mientras mordisqueaba su tostada. Sus ojos se llenaron de lรกgrimas debido a la tensiรณn emocional. Sรญ, Adrian estaba muy ocupado, pero siempre tenรญa tiempo para Rebecca. Frecuentaba la Iglesia Redenciรณn en busca de un amuleto de bendiciรณn para ella. A pesar de su apretada agenda, siempre pasaba las vacaciones con ella. De repente, su celular rompiรณ el silencio. Cuando Leah saliรณ del comedor, Joelle agarrรณ el dispositivo y vio que era una llamada de su mejor amiga, Katherine Nash. "Katherine, quiero el divorcio", confesรณ con voz ronca. Capรญtulo 2 En declive Joelle habรญa tomado una decisiรณn: querรญa el divorcio. No tenรญa sentido seguir alargรกndolo. Tras un silencio atรณnito, Katherine soltรณ una estridente carcajada. "ยฟTe quedarรกs con la mitad de los bienes de Adrian? ยกOh, por Dios! ยกJoelle, te convertirรกs en una multimillonaria!". "No, no serรก asรญ". Joelle habรญa firmado un acuerdo cuando se casรณ con Adrian. Si se divorciaban, ella no recibirรญa nada. "Entonces, ยฟpor quรฉ te estรกs divorciando? ยกTienes que seguir siendo su esposa!". Joelle recordรณ la brutalidad de Adrian la noche anterior, asรญ como la humillaciรณn posterior. Habรญa sido muy ingenua al creer que su amor por รฉl la ayudarรญa a soportar cualquier dificultad. Pero ahora sabรญa que habรญa sido una completa tonta. ยฟEl sufrimiento hacรญa que Adrian la amara mรกs? Claro que no. Para empezar, un hombre que realmente la amara nunca le harรญa sufrir. Joelle se rio de sรญ misma y cambiรณ de tema: "Por cierto, ยฟrecuerdas el favor que te pedรญ?". "Sรญ, justo te iba a contar eso. Me pediste que estuviera atenta a un trabajo, y tengo algo para ti. Vas a enseรฑar a un estudiante a tocar el violรญn, aunque debo decir que serรก un desperdicio de tu talento". "Estรก bien", respondiรณ Joelle con una leve sonrisa. "No serรก un desperdicio en absoluto. Llevo tres aรฑos siendo ama de casa. Es suficiente con que alguien quiera contratarme". "ยฟCรณmo que no serรก un desperdicio? Casi formaste parte de una orquesta internacional. Si no fuera por el matrimonioโฆ". Katherine se quedรณ en silencio, demasiado indignada por su amiga. Despuรฉs de su boda, a Joelle ni siquiera le permitieron trabajar. Las familias adineradas se aferraban a esas reglas obsoletas. Era bastante ridรญculo. Hacรญa tres aรฑos, la carrera de Joelle como violinista despegaba. Pero las estrictas tradiciones de la familia Miller le prohibรญan tocar en pรบblico. El primer dรญa de su matrimonio, la madre de Adrian le dijo: "No tienes que trabajar. Adrian te proveerรก en todo lo que necesites. Tu รบnico trabajo es tener bebรฉs y cuidar a tu esposo". Una vez que terminรณ su llamada con Katherine, Joelle subiรณ las escaleras y fue al estudio para agarrar su violรญn abandonado. Habรญa sido un regalo especial de su padre en su decimoctavo cumpleaรฑos. No obstante, poco despuรฉs de recibirlo, este sufriรณ un derrame cerebral y cayรณ en coma. Su hermano mayor terminรณ asumiendo la responsabilidad de sustentar a la familia, asรญ que la dejรณ perseguir su sueรฑo de tocar el violรญn. Mientras recordaba el pasado, Joelle moviรณ el arco sobre las cuerdas. Aรฑos atrรกs, un accidente le habรญa lesionado la muรฑeca y desde entonces no habรญa vuelto a tocar. A pesar del dolor agudo que sentรญa en esa zona mientras tocaba, no se detuvo y confiรณ en su memoria muscular para tocar una pieza corta. Al final, soltรณ una risa amarga. Sonaba horrible. De repente, escuchรณ la alegre voz de Leah en la puerta. "ยกSeรฑor, ha regresado!". Estaba secretamente aliviada de ver a Adrian, ya que eso tal vez significaba que todavรญa se preocupaba por Joelle. Quizรกs si ella le decรญa algo amable, su relaciรณn podrรญa mejorar. Por su parte, Joelle estaba sorprendida. Adrian rara vez venรญa a casa durante el dรญa. Apenas habรญa dejado el violรญn cuando se abriรณ la puerta. Ahรญ estaba la alta e imponente figura de su esposo. Sus ojos la recorrieron con el ceรฑo fruncido. Recordaba que Joelle habรญa aprendido a tocar el violรญn cuando era niรฑa y que un reconocido profesor la habรญa elogiado por su talento. Sin embargo, por alguna razรณn, habรญa dejado de tocar. Hacรญa un momento, la habรญa escuchado desde afuera y le pareciรณ una interpretaciรณn mediocre. ยฟCรณmo era posible que la elogiara por su talento? Joelle lo mirรณ y bajรณ la cabeza para volver a guardar el violรญn en su estuche. "ยฟQuรฉ te trae por aquรญ?", murmurรณ. "ยฟNecesitas algo?". "Vine a recoger algo y recordarte que maรฑana tenemos que visitar a la abuela", respondiรณ รฉl frรญamente. Era una regla familia visitar a su abuela al menos una vez al mes, y maรฑana era el dรญa. De no ser por esa obligaciรณn, Adrian no habrรญa regresado. Irene se enfadarรญa si no iban juntos. Joelle sonriรณ con amargura. Recordaba las normas de los Miller mejor que Adrian y siempre las cumplรญa. Ni siquiera Irene, tan estricta como siempre, podรญa encontrarle defectos. "No lo he olvidado, me alegra que tรบ tampoco lo hayas hecho", respondiรณ. Su tono acusatorio hizo que Adrian pusiera una mueca. Una ira latente empezรณ a hervir dentro de รฉl. Sin decir nada mรกs, se dirigiรณ al vestidor para buscar algo. Aunque รฉl no solรญa estar en casa, Joelle aseaba meticulosamente su guardarropa, por lo que tenรญa la ropa lavada, planchada y ordenada. Era como si su papel se redujera a realizar las tareas del hogar, algo que Leah tambiรฉn podรญa hacer. Su รบnica ventaja, tal vez, era ser mรกs joven y mรกs guapa que Leah. Sus ojos siguieron los movimientos de Adrian. Tenรญa el dedo anular desnudo, sin el anillo de bodas. Una punzada de dolor le atravesรณ el corazรณn. "Adrian, hay que divorciarnos", declarรณ con una voz tan suave como la brisa. Habรญa agotado todas sus fuerzas al pronunciar esas palabras, pero se sintiรณ extraรฑamente aliviada. Adrian se dio la vuelta y la mirรณ con una sonrisa burlona. "Tienes que pensar muy bien antes de hablar. La familia Watson estรก en declive. Sin mi apoyo, ยฟvas a dormir en la calle con tu hermano?". Desde la caรญda de la familia Watson, Joelle pasรณ de ser amada a quedar en ridรญculo. La familia Miller la despreciaba y la miraba por encima del hombro, como si ella y su hermano fueran sanguijuelas de las que no podรญan librarse. Incluso sus momentos รญntimos con Adrian la hacรญan sentir degradada. Joelle se mordiรณ el labio y se enderezรณ. "Ya he alquilado un apartamento. Incluso si terminara durmiendo en la calle, es asunto mรญo". Solo querรญa que su esposo la respetara, pero tres aรฑos de cautiverio la habรญan dejado sin orgullo ni dignidad. "ยฟY de dรณnde sacaste el dinero para alquilar un apartamento? Si tanto querรญas ser independiente, no deberรญas haber gastado ni un solo centavo de mi familia". De espaldas a ella, Adrian encontrรณ entre unos muebles el anillo de bodas perdido y lo sostuvo en la palma de su mano. Joelle no se dio cuenta. Las palabras de ese hombre la dejaron sin aliento. Sรญ, habรญa utilizado sus escasos ahorros para alquilar el apartamento. Pero como estaba casada con Adrian, ยฟlo que era suyo no era tambiรฉn de รฉl? Ademรกs, el apoyo financiero que Adrian les habรญa dado a los Watson durante todos esos aรฑos ascendรญa a una suma significativa. Joelle siempre habรญa despreciado la idea de deberle algo, pero su deuda con รฉl era infinita. Si se divorciaban, tal vez dejarรญa de darle apoyo financiero a la familia Watson. ยฟEstaba sugiriendo que ella debรญa salir del matrimonio con las manos vacรญas? Cuando Adrian se dio la vuelta para irse, Joelle dijo con una dignidad apenas intacta: "Tengo derecho legรญtimo a este matrimonio y a reclamar lo que supuestamente es mรญo. Pero no te preocupes, no pedirรฉ mucho, solo lo suficiente para ayudar al Grupo Watson a superar esta crisis". Adrian se quedรณ paralizado y su mirada se agudizรณ. Sus labios formaron una fina lรญnea mientras apretaba la mandรญbula. Eran claras seรฑales de su creciente furia. Aunque Joelle ya se habรญa preparado mentalmente, no podรญa soportar su intensidad. Cada segundo bajo su mirada severa la ponรญa mรกs ansiosa. De repente, sonรณ el celular de Adrian, quien lo sacรณ de su bolsillo y estuvo a punto de alejarse. "ยกAdrian!". Capรญtulo 3 Siempre mantendrรฉ la cabeza en alto La frustraciรณn de Adrian crepitaba como estรกtica. "Si tu hermano necesita dinero, dile que vaya al Grupo Miller". "ยกNo se trata de eso!", replicรณ Joelle. La habรญa malinterpretado por completo. Con el corazรณn latiendo con urgencia, corriรณ tras รฉl. "ยกAdrian, quiero el divorcio!". Adrian dejรณ de subir las escaleras y girรณ la cabeza. El celular en su mano habรญa dejado de sonar. Con un metro noventa de altura, se alzaba sobre ella. "Joelle, ยฟno se te ocurre un mejor juego que este interminable tira y afloja?", preguntรณ burlonamente con una mirada gรฉlida. "Si de verdad quieres divorciarte, ยฟpor quรฉ no se lo dices tรบ misma a la abuela? ยกNo quiero volver a escucharte pronunciar esa palabra!". La puerta se cerrรณ de golpe detrรกs de รฉl, haciendo eco a su irrevocable decisiรณn. Joelle se apoyรณ contra la pared y sus piernas cedieron hasta que se deslizรณ al suelo. Una risa amarga emergiรณ de sus labios. Irene habรญa organizado su matrimonio. Adrian se habรญa visto obligado a aceptar, y Joelle lo sabรญa muy bien. Si de verdad querรญa el divorcio, lo mรกs efectivo serรญa hablar con Irene. Sin embargo, una pequeรฑa y estรบpida parte de ella se habรญa aferrado a la esperanza de que ella y Adrian eran una verdadera pareja. Por eso se lo habรญa mencionado primero a รฉl, porque lo veรญa como su esposo. Sin embargo, olvidรณ un detalle crucial: Adrian nunca habรญa querido casarse con ella. Su reticencia habรญa sido evidente desde el principio, aunque ella habรญa intentado pasarla por alto. Sus รบltimas palabras no solo fueron despectivas, sino una orden. Si de verdad querรญa el divorcio, deberรญa enfrentarse a Irene. Joelle se dio una ducha, se puso ropa limpia y se preparรณ para visitar a la anciana. Irene era estricta, autoritaria y temida por toda la familia. Gobernaba con puรฑo de hierro y no toleraba la desobediencia. Pero Joelle tenรญa un vรญnculo muy especial con ella. En parte, habรญa aceptado casarse con Adrian para cumplir las expectativas de Irene. Querรญa cuidar de Adrian, construir un hogar y asegurarse de que la anciana falleciera sin remordimientos. Pero ahora ya no aguantaba mรกs. Ver a Adrian tan preocupado por otra mujer le llenaba de una amargura que parecรญa consumirla. Era consciente de que รฉl no la amaba. ยกNunca lo hizo y nunca lo harรญa! Estaba a punto de irse cuando sonรณ su celular. Era su hermano, Shawn Watson. "ยฟShawn? ยฟQuรฉ ocurre?". "ยกSeรฑora Miller!". Era el asistente de Shawn. Su voz sonaba muy asustada, algo que Joelle nunca habรญa escuchado. Se le helรณ la s**gre y agarrรณ el celular con mรกs fuerza mientras permanecรญa en la escalera. "ยฟDรณnde estรก mi hermano? ยฟQuรฉ le pasรณ?". "Anoche el seรฑor Watson asistiรณ a una reuniรณn de negocios, donde lo presionaron para que b*iera. Supuestamente volverรญa a casa, pero Erick Lloyd insistiรณ en llevarlo a unas aguas termales". Joelle se quedรณ congelada y la furia recorriรณ sus venas. "ยฟErick no sabรญa que eso podrรญa matarlo?". "ยกErick es un s**vergรผenza! Se jacta de su poder desde que su padre y su hermano se volvieron chรณferes de la familia Miller. ยกSeรฑora Miller, tiene que venir rรกpido! El seรฑor Watson estรก siendo operado y los mรฉdicos han emitido dos avisos de condiciรณn crรญtica. ยกNo pude aguantar mรกs, asรญ que la llamรฉ!". El asistente parecรญa estar al borde de las lรกgrimas. Joelle sabรญa que รฉl no se habrรญa puesto en contacto con ella a menos que la situaciรณn fuera bastante desesperada. Shawn siempre la habรญa protegido de las malas noticias, sin importar lo sombrรญas que fueran las circunstancias. Si su asistente estaba tan conmocionado, la vida de su hermano debรญa estar en peligro. Joelle sintiรณ como si el mundo se cerrara a su alrededor y un nudo se formรณ en su garganta. Al bajar del รบltimo escalรณn, tropezรณ y se cayรณ con fuerza, torciรฉndose bruscamente el tobillo. El dolor abrasador la devolviรณ a la realidad y las lรกgrimas brotaron de sus ojos. "ยกOh, no, seรฑora Miller, tenga mรกs cuidado cuando camina!". Leah corriรณ a ayudarla a levantarse. Joelle agarrรณ el brazo de Leah con la visiรณn borrosa a causa de las lรกgrimas. Intentรณ hablar, pero las palabras le salรญan entrecortadas porque estaba sollozando. "Mi hermano... ยกTengo que ir al hospital para verlo!". Leah sintiรณ su urgencia y respondiรณ sin dudar: "De acuerdo, no se preocupe. ยกLe pedirรฉ al conductor que la lleve de inmediato!". Leah era una criada experimentada y confiable que llevaba aรฑos al servicio de la familia Miller. Cinco minutos despuรฉs, el auto ya estaba aparcado delante de la villa. Joelle estaba a punto de subir cuando se volviรณ hacia Leah. "Por favor, no se lo cuentes a Irene. No quiero preocuparla". El corazรณn de la criada se ablandรณ. Incluso con el rostro pรกlido y surcado de lรกgrimas, Joelle se preocupaba por la salud de Irene. ยกQuรฉ muchacha tan rara y extraordinaria! "No se preocupe, seรฑora Miller. Yo sรฉ quรฉ hacer. Vaya a ver a su hermano". Cuando Joelle llegรณ al hospital, Shawn acababa de salir del quirรณfano. Al ver a su jefe conectado a tubos y cables, el asistente casi se desplomรณ. Joelle se acercรณ y lo encontrรณ arrodillado contra la pared, con los ojos hundidos e inyectados en s**gre. Tuvo que contener el impulso de regaรฑarlo por no haber protegido mejor a su hermano. Mรกs tarde habrรญa tiempo para eso. Cuando la condiciรณn de Shawn fue mรกs estable, Joelle llevรณ al asistente a un lado. "Cuรฉntamelo todo. ยฟCรณmo ocurriรณ esto?". El asistente vacilรณ, con el rostro desencajado. "Seรฑora Miller, el seรฑor Watson nos ordenรณ especรญficamente que no la involucremos en los asuntos comerciales". "Pero esto es una cuestiรณn de vida o muerte. ยฟPiensas que todavรญa es una opciรณn no decirme nada?". Ya sin paciencia, Joelle se dio la vuelta para alejarse. "Seรฑora Miller, eso no sirve de nada", respondiรณ el asistente desesperadamente. "Usted sabe que desde la muerte de su padre, el Grupo Watson ha dependido por completo de su hermano. Ha estado luchando para defender la dignidad de la familia, porque quiere que su vida con los Miller sea mรกs llevadera". Durante esos aรฑos, Shawn habรญa luchado valientemente para mantener a la familia a flote. No obstante, sin el apoyo financiero de Adrian, sus esfuerzos se habrรญan desvanecido hacรญa mucho tiempo. Su deseo mรกs profundo era que su hermana viviera cรณmodamente, pero a pesar de sus incansables esfuerzos, nunca pudo hacerle ganar el respeto que merecรญa por parte de su esposo. No importaba lo mucho que se sacrificara, ella seguirรญa siendo infravalorada en la familia Miller. Joelle estaba hirviendo de rabia, pero sabรญa que no podรญa cambiar su realidad. Entonces, inspirรณ profundamente y preguntรณ: "ยฟNo mencionaron mi relaciรณn con Adrian?" Esperaba que alinearse con los Miller pudiera ayudar a Shawn a mantenerse firme en sus actividades sociales. "El seรฑor Watson se niega a tocar ese tema, pues teme que eso le haga las cosas mรกs difรญciles a usted". Joelle soltรณ una risa amarga. Jamรกs habรญa estado en igualdad de condiciones con Adrian. No le extraรฑaba que la despreciara, ya que apenas podรญa soportarse a sรญ misma. Solo hacรญa una hora que le habรญa pedido el divorcio. Y ahora se aferraba al nombre de su esposo, desesperada por facilitarle la vida a su hermano. "Dile a Shawn que soy la esposa de Adrian Miller, Irene me eligiรณ personalmente. ยกMientras sea la seรฑora Miller, mantendrรฉ la cabeza en alto dentro de la familia!". De repente, escucharon unos pasos detrรกs de ella. Joelle se dio la vuelta y vio a Adrian, que tenรญa una sonrisa frรญa en su rostro. A su lado, se encontraba una muchacha de aspecto frรกgil, con grandes ojos inocentes, aferrada a รฉl. Adrian la miraba desdeรฑosamente, como si incluso le costara reconocer su presencia. Ya se habรญa dado cuenta de que ella realmente no querรญa el divorcio. La mujer que habรญa parecido tan decidida a irse, ahora estaba haciendo alarde de su tรญtulo como la seรฑora Miller. Su amenaza de divorcio no habรญa sido mรกs que una estrategia, como una pelea de amantes que terminaba en amenazas vacรญas. Era tan astuta que lo habรญa d**gado para obligarlo a casarse. Con tรกcticas tan engaรฑosas, ยฟcรณmo podrรญa irse tan fรกcilmente? Su matrimonio eran un salvavidas para las dificultades de su familia. Adrian le daba cien millones cada aรฑo al Grupo Watson. Joelle serรญa una tonta si se arriesgaba a perderlo divorciรกndose de รฉl. Capรญtulo 4 Por fin se dio cuenta Hacรญa mucho que Joelle se habรญa vuelto insensible ante la indiferencia de Adrian. Observรณ sin decir nada los brazos entrelazados de la pareja y recordรณ los dulces momentos capturados en los videos de Rebecca, que provocaban la envidia de mucha gente. ยกQuรฉ pareja tan perfecta! Ese pensamiento la golpeรณ. "ยกJoelle, por favor, no nos malinterpretes!", dijo Rebecca con urgencia mientras retiraba su mano del brazo de Adrian. "No me siento bien y no puedo caminar, asรญ que Adie simplemente tuvo la amabilidad de sostenerme". Joelle esbozรณ una leve sonrisa. "ยฟQuรฉ te trae al hospital?", preguntรณ mirando a Adrian, como si no hubiera escuchado la explicaciรณn de Rebecca. "Es por Erick", dijo Rebecca, con las manos entrelazadas como una niรฑa arrepentida. "Tambiรฉn vine a pedirte perdรณn, Joelle. Lamento que Erick haya sido tan descuidado para provocar que tu hermano terminara en el hospital". "ยฟDescuidado?", replicรณ ella. "Tu hermano casi m*ta al mรญo, ยฟy crees que una disculpa bastarรก para arreglarlo?". Rebecca se estremeciรณ y agarrรณ la manga de Adrian en busca de apoyo. "Ya es suficiente, Joelle", respondiรณ รฉl con una voz tan gรฉlida como el invierno. "No fue a propรณsito". Luego, se volviรณ hacia Rebecca y agregรณ suavemente: "Vamos, ยฟno viniste para ver a Erick?". Fue entonces cuando Joelle lo entendiรณ todo. Habรญa esperado ingenuamente que Adrian viniera para ver a Shawn. Pero no, habรญa venido con Rebecca para ver a Erick. Incluso si visitara a Shawn, serรญa por obligaciรณn, nada mรกs. Pero sabรญa que no debรญa esperar que รฉl la defendiera. "ยกRebecca, no olvidarรฉ lo que hizo Erick!", espetรณ. Rebecca doblรณ las piernas y se desplomรณ sobre el pecho de Adrian, quien la atrapรณ justo a tiempo y la abrazรณ con fuerza. "Joelle, Erick no tenรญa malas intenciones. ยกTambiรฉn estรก en el hospital!". "ยฟYa estรก muerto? ยกSi no, tendrรก que pagar por lo que hizo!". Joelle no solรญa arremeter, pero esta vez era diferente. Shawn era la รบnica familia que le quedaba. Su padre, incapacitado por un derrame cerebral, se encontraba en estado vegetativo con poca o ninguna esperanza de recuperaciรณn, y su madre habรญa fallecido en un accidente de trรกfico. Desde los dieciocho aรฑos, habรญan sido solo ella y Shawn, enfrentรกndose juntos a las dificultades del mundo. En sus momentos mรกs oscuros, Shawn llevรณ sola la carga para dejar que Joelle persiguiera su pasiรณn por el violรญn. Ahora la idea de perderlo tambiรฉn a รฉl era insoportable. Su รบnico deseo era que Erick muriera. "Joelle, ยฟcรณmo puedes decir eso?", sollozรณ Rebecca con incredulidad. Ya sin paciencia, Adrian fijรณ su frรญa mirada en Joelle. "ยฟQuรฉ deseas?". "Shawn recibiรณ dos avisos de condiciรณn crรญtica. ยฟQuรฉ hay de Erick?". Rebecca jadeรณ, su frรกgil cuerpo estaba temblando como una hoja en el viento. "ยกJoelle, por favor! Solo me queda un hermano. ยกPor favor, ten compasiรณn!". Se desmayรณ antes de que la otra mujer pudiera responder. Adrian la levantรณ en sus brazos y le dio una รบltima mirada de reproche a Joelle. Luego, se alejรณ y la dejรณ clavada en el mismo lugar, incapaz de moverse o incluso de pensar, lo que pareciรณ una eternidad. Antes de su matrimonio, habรญa sido una chica adinerada, pero luego se convirtiรณ en la sirvienta de Adrian. Ahora se daba cuenta de lo ingenua que habรญa sido. Ella solรญa ser una persona muy orgullosa, pero ahora soporta todo tipo de agravios sรณlo para complacer a su marido. ยกQuรฉ patรฉtico! Han pasado tres aรฑos, es hora de divorciarnos y comenzar una nueva vida... ...... ยฟQuรฉ sucederรก en adelante? Los capรญtulos disponibles son limitados aquรญ, haga click el botรณn abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo mรกs contenidos maravillosos. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโt really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ โOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโt really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ โOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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Read next chapter๐ | Because of cheating, he divorced her. She left a sentence, "You will regret it." 4 years later, he saw her on TV and introduced her as a top 100 female CEO and a single mother of triplets. The faces of her three children are exactly like his ... ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchelโs phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe itโs time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raeganโs shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | Two years of marriage, and I'd never set foot in my husband Elijah's office. Today was the first time I went to his company. After all this time, why was I suddenly entrusted to deliver these important documents? Could it be possible that theyโre finally learning to accept me? Taking a deep breath, I gently placed my hand on my stomach. The emptiness from losing my baby lingered, even though it had been a long time since that accident. I still felt lost and fragile, wishing for solace that never came. I missed my husband's presence, longing for a comforting word or touch. But he and his family remained distant and uninvolved, leaving me to recover on my own. Now, I was about to step into Elijahโs world โ his beloved company. My heart skipped a beat as I entered Elijah's large, elegant office. The room was tastefully decorated, with rich mahogany furniture and a large sign that said Sinclair Realty Group. But what made me stop in my tracks was the sight of my husband huddled with an attractive blonde over some papers. Their shoulders were touching, their cheeks almost brushing against each other. What is going on? I thought in alarm. Suddenly, the woman whispered something in Elijahโs ear while she gently laid her perfectly manicured hands on his arm. My heart jumped. I heard a loud thud on the floor and realized Iโd dropped the folder I was holding. They both looked up, startled. And thatโs when my gaze locked with that of the woman. I felt a shudder creeping through my skin. Serena Foster! She used to be a classmate of ours at Fairview University. She also happened to be Elijahโs ex-girlfriend. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. So this is why my evil mother-in-law asked me to deliver this document! Morgana had probably known that Serena was here now. My husband rose from his chair, abruptly pulling away from Serena who was throwing me daggers with her eyes. โYou remember Serena, right? She works here now.โ I nodded, my heart leaping into my throat and my thoughts raging in a storm. Theyโre just colleagues, nothing else, I thought, but not with full conviction. Elijah wouldnโt cheat on me, would he? All this time, Iโd remained hopeful that he could still fall in love with me. But now, with Serena in the picture, time might just be running out for us. โSo why are you here?โ Elijah asked, a frown creasing his brow. โYour mom asked me to deliver this,โ I explained, hastily picking up the folder and handing it to him. Then narrowing my eyes at Serena, I waited for him to explain why they were working closely, or to at least introduce me as his wife. But much to my dismay, he didnโt. It felt as though my heart was being squeezed tightly, as it dawned on me that heโd never really introduced me to anyone as his wife. Ever. โSophia, you look shaken up. Didnโt you know Elijah hired me to work here?โ Her voice dripped with sarcasm. โApparently, we make a great team. Funny, I donโt recall seeing you here before.โ She was purposely rubbing it in my face, and I wanted to slap that smile away from her face. She then added, โOh, right, you donโt know anything about business. You might just mess things up.โ โI take care of our home,โ I said bitterly, looking down on the floor for a bit. I felt belittled, and my husband couldnโt even defend me. Serena looked at me with disbelief and laughed. Just then, Elijah said, โNext time, Sophia, just contact me and Iโll have my assistant come over.โ "Fine," I murmured, my voice barely audible, wishing the ground would swallow me up. The weight of hurt and embarrassment pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My heart thudded as I blinked back tears. He doesn't want me here. Suddenly, Elijahโs secretary came in. โAlice, please prepare coffee for the ladies,โ he instructed. โJust black for Serena. No sugar.โ Serenaโs eyes lit up. โHey, you remembered!โ she exclaimed, obviously delighted. Elijah nodded at her. โOf course.โ I watched the exchange with a sinking feeling in my heart. Serena gave me a smug look as if she was reveling in some secret victory. I couldnโt help but feel more depressed. Here was my husband, effortlessly remembering Serena's coffee preferences, yet he couldn't recall something as simple as my allergy to caffeine. โJoin us, Sophia,โ Serena invited with a devilish grin. โJust like how we used to hang out together in college.โ I struggled to contain my emotions, not wanting to break down in front of them. โI have to go,โ I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. โIโll see you at home.โ Elijahโs expression remained unchanged, and my heart felt heavy with the realization of how little I meant to him. The way he treated me had only gotten worse after losing my baby. What did you expect? a small voice hissed in my head. He only married you because he got you to have a baby. Youโre the one who keeps hoping heโll eventually fall for you. As his assistant Connor Hayes drove me home, I thought about how my husbandโs mother Morgana had begun ignoring me after I lost the baby. Then one day, she started talking to me again, only to treat me like a housemaid. I fought back tears as the heaviness in my heart escalated. My marriage was falling apart so fast that I couldnโt seem to catch up. When we pulled up the spacious driveway of the Sinclair mansion, a feeling of dread and loneliness engulfed me. Iโm back in this prison. Trapped. Helpless. I want to escape this prison! I screamed in my head, glad that Morgana was nowhere to be found. Yet. Running to my room and throwing myself on my bed, sobs wracked my body. And as I cried my eyes out, I felt something with my hand that made me sit up. A small portion of a brown envelope was peeking from under the pillow. My heart tightened, and more tears filled my eyes. I knew exactly what it contained โ the papers Iโd prepared before. I pulled them out and stared at the title that blurred before my teary eyes. It read: Divorce Agreement. CHAPTER 2 The divorce agreement was written after I accidentally lost my baby. During that time, I couldnโt even look at Elijahโs face without thinking about our baby. The pain was unbearable, so I believed divorce was my salvation. Looking back, preparing the divorce agreement was not a mistake, now that leaving was my only option. My hands shook as I held the papers in my hand. I could hear Morganaโs voice outside. โSophia!โ she called in a sharp tone. She probably heard me come in and was now wondering where I was. Quickly, I hid the divorce agreement and washed my face in the bathroom. Thatโs when the door swung open. I dried my face with a towel and looked at my mother-in-law. She responded with a cold gaze. She immediately instructed me to do the housework, her tone full of disdain. As I began my chores, she stood there taunting me. โElijah told me not to ask you to deliver things in the future,โ she said with a scoff. โYou canโt even be relied on for such a simple task.โ Her words cut deep. โWhen you first came to our house carrying a baby in your belly, it was okay that you couldn't do anything,โ she continued. โThen you had lost your baby and you had to spend months recovering and regaining your health. Now you can't even deliver a document, so what's the meaning for Elijah of having you as a wife?" Her words were like daggers, each one piercing my heart. And then, in a cruel twist, she added, โMy son would be better off with Serena. She's prettier, smarter, and she even managed to land a job at his company! Unlike you... You can't even perform simple housework that well.โ Sure enough, she already knew that Serena worked at Elijah's company. She asked me to deliver the papers today just to make a fool of me. The room felt suffocating, the burden of her words pressing down on me. I felt utterly alone, realizing that no one had ever been on my side. I clenched my fists, struggling against the wave of tears threatening to spill. Sweeping the floor became a mechanical task, a facade to hide my turmoil. The repeated humiliations and frustrations drained me of the energy to fight back or explain myself yet again. I donโt deserve this, I thought sourly. Itโs time for me to escape, to save myself. With bitter tears streaming down my cheeks, I rushed to my room and grabbed the papers Iโd hidden. Staring at me from the front page were the words: Divorce Agreement. Iโve had enough. Flashbacks of how Elijah and Morgana had been treating me filled my mind. Despite my efforts to be the dutiful wife and daughter-in-law, Iโd always seemed invisible to them. Iโve been obedient, helpful, and hardworkingโฆ But no one cares. Not even my own husband. Iโm nothing to him. He doesnโt love me and he never learned to. Thatโs the most painful of all. My heart tightened. His indifference cut deeper than any overt cruelty could. And now, with Serena back in the picture, their attention gravitated toward her. I felt more isolated than ever. This is the last straw! I must get out of here, or Iโll lose my sanity! That evening, I hadnโt realized Iโd already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. He mumbled something about a dinner party as he plopped on the bed and started sliding his fingers down my bare arm. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He was obviously drunk. If he wasnโt, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. โHey, playing hard to get, arenโt you?โ he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didnโt have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. โWhen did Serena start working at your company?โ I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didnโt stop what he was doing. โNot sure. Probably recruited by HR.โ His lips traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. โSerena is such a talented addition to our team,โ he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldnโt believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. โYou know,โ he said, oblivious to my disappointment, โshe's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years.โ Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gazeโa kind of infatuationโthat he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. Heโs probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didnโt want him anywhere near me. But when I pulled away, he threw me an irritated look. โWhatโs wrong with you?โ he asked, taken aback that I was saying no to his advances unlike before. I didnโt answer. He narrowed his eyes at me. โYouโve been down in the dumps for months now! I thought youโd snap out of it, but youโve only gotten worse. Itโs depressing to even see you.โ I cringed at his words, the searing pain crushing my heart. He couldnโt even see how my spirit was being shattered because of him. โMaybe itโs because of the baby we lostโฆโ he mused. Sliding his fingers down the surface of my cheek and then my neck, he added in a drunken slur, โWhy donโt we just make another baby?โ I couldnโt believe my ears. I knew that whenever he was drunk, he spoke without inhibitions. He was often brutally honest in this state. Hence, he meant every word and that only showed how much he didnโt understand me or the problem we had in this marriage. My whole body was shaking as the misery and fury Iโve been keeping inside rose to the surface. He doesnโt get it. Or maybe he just doesnโt care. I was totally pissed off. And thatโs when I blurted it out. โI want to divorce you.โ CHAPTER 3 I could sense his mind reeling from the unexpected news. He opened his mouth as if to say something. I expected him to respond, to react, to ask questions. Anything at all! But he never said anything. My heart thumped hard as we gazed at one another โ strangers whoโd been forced to live together. I had tried so hard to make this marriage work even after we had lost the baby. But it takes two to succeed at this, I realized. โI want a divorce,โ I repeated, keeping my voice steady. โIโm serious.โ Slowly he nodded. โYes, sure,โ he answered before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I pulled my open shirt around me, desperately covering myself up, as I coiled into a fetal position with my head throbbing. A tear dropped down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away. This is it. Iโm going to be free. And yet somehow, I didnโt feel that ecstatic. His reaction only confirmed my worst suspicions. Now I know the truth โ he never loved me at all. Heโs not even upset about the divorce! I sighed. Itโs time for me to move on. The next day, after eating breakfast on my own, I mustered up all my courage and called Elijah to the study. โWe should sign this,โ I said without any emotion, showing him the divorce papers. He sat on the sofa across from me, looking at me quietly. His gaze always made me feel a little nervous, but today was different. I signed the papers and urged him to do the same. โElijah, please,โ I whispered, making sure my voice wouldnโt break. โLet's end this.โ His face contorted in a horrible expression as he ruthlessly grabbed the agreement from me. But he didnโt sign immediately. He took a long time going over each page while I waited impatiently. Then his phone suddenly rang. I saw it light up with Serenaโs name, making my heart tighten. I canโt believe this womanโs timing! But Elijah only glanced at it before returning to reviewing the papers. Perhaps he didnโt want to answer it because I was in the room with him. A myriad of emotions threatened to engulf me. I stood up and positioned myself in front of him with my arms crossed against my heart. โWhy donโt you just hurry up and sign those so you can get going? Someone might be waiting for you in the office.โ He glanced at me warily, then took out his pen and signed everything. With an angry grunt, he threw the papers down on the sofa and stormed out of the room. Watching him go, I was filled with overwhelming feelings โ relief, frustration, anger, sadness. โIโm finally free,โ I murmured to myself incredulously. While I was packing my bags in the bedroom, Morgana suddenly charged inside. In her usual bossy voice, she said, โThe morningโs almost over, Sophia! Go do the laundry now.โ With a sarcastic huff, I turned around to face her. โSorry, but Elijah and I just signed a divorce agreement. I will no longer do any housework for you.โ Her face reddened in anger. I could almost see steam coming out of her ears as she crossed her arms on her pit and scolded me angrily. "You married into our family for two years, no children, and now you want a divorce," she spat out bitterly. I scoffed, not bothering to respond. It doesnโt matter anymore. I can finally ignore her completely! But then, almost as quickly as her anger had surfaced, her mood changed. โYou know what? It's actually quite nice,โ she said, her tone almost mocking. โElijah can finally marry someone better, like Serina. Every single day that I see you hanging your head in despair, it just makes my blood boil. Anyone would make a better wife than you!โ Her words infuriated me. I wanted to slap away that haughty look on her face, but it would just be a waste of energy. Iโm done here. Iโm done with all this. Suddenly, memories flooded back of a time when Morgana had shown kindness, especially during my pregnancy with her grandchild. She had been caring and considerate. However, after I lost my baby, her demeanor changed drastically. She began treating me like a mere servant rather than a member of the family. I could never understand why she became so hostile all of a sudden. Sometimes I wondered if it had more to do with herself than with me. That afternoon, I went home to where I grew up. As I settled in, I felt relieved that at least I had a place I could call my own. โLuckily I hadnโt sold it,โ I muttered, looking around the living room and remembering my adoptive father. This house is the only connection I have left with him. Night swept in quickly. I was worn out and exhausted. Climbing onto my old bed, I was ready to relax when I received a message from my best friend Kayla. It showed a secretly taken photo of Elijah and Serena in a club, sitting intimately close and laughing together. A chill ran down my spine as I read the angry message from Kayla: That Elijah! You have no idea what I saw! Elijah was out partying and flirting with that Serena, which he never did with you! My heart sank, anger and sadness clouded my mind as I realized he was indeed getting back together with Serena and flaunting her around. Forcing back my tears, I told Kayla: Itโs over between me and Elijah. We were divorced. CHAPTER 4 โAaarrgghh! I so hate that guy for doing this to you!โ Kayla hissed. โIf I had known heโd treat you like that, I wouldnโt have allowed you to even come near him during our grad celebration! And I wouldnโt have kept pushing you to hook up with him, no matter how gorgeous he was!โ Being the daughter of Raven Mediaโs renowned CEO, Kayla Davis always hung out with high society. She saw Elijah a lot at parties since they belonged to the same circle. We also all happened to attend Fairview University where Kayla and I had majored in Interior Design. Hence, she not only knew Elijah but Serena too. โYou should have seen them at the party last night!โ she cried out, causing some people to give us a dirty look. Lowering her voice, she leaned forward with a repulsed look. โThey didnโt even care that I was there! They were justโฆ Aaahhh! I really couldnโt take it, so I went over there and gave them a piece of my mind. I told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves!โ โOh, wow,โ I uttered in disbelief. โBut itโs over now, Kayla. Iโm doing my best to move on.โ Kayla was still fuming. But then, she eventually smiled and leaned over to squeeze my hands. โIโm always here for you, Sophia. You know that.โ โThanks so much. Iโm really grateful to have someone who really cares about me,โ I responded with a fluttering heart. โWell, youโve always had my back even in high school. So now itโs my turn to return the favor.โ Kayla and I became best friends during our freshman year in high school. We came to know each other well when we first worked on an art project together. Weโd hit it off at once, and the rest was history. โAnyway, I can see that Elijah never loved you and he doesnโt deserve you, Sophia,โ she went on. โSo what are you planning now?โ โWell, Iโve been giving it some thoughtโฆโ I began, suddenly feeling excited for the future. โA few weeks ago, I applied for this postgraduate program at Goldwell Institute of Art in Franceโโ โYou did not!โ she interrupted me, her lips turning up into a huge grin. Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug. โThis will surely be your big break!โ I laughed. โI havenโt been accepted yet, you know.โ โOh, but you will be!โ Kaylaโs enthusiasm was so contagious that I could already picture myself studying there, exploring France, and enjoying myself. But then, my mood suddenly changed again when I heard my phone ringing and saw Elijahโs name popping up on the screen. I froze up. Kaylaโs eyes narrowed when she saw it too. โGo ahead and answer it. See what he has to say.โ As soon as I accepted the call, I heard Elijahโs sharp tone of voice on the other end. โYou filed for our divorce, and now your family wants cash from me?! Unbelievable!โ โWait, what do you mean?โ โYou know Iโm busy in the office, then here comes your brother with another excuse for needing financial help! He had the nerve to barge into the conference room and disrupt our meeting!โ Elijah railed angrily. I felt mortified and helpless. โIโll talk to Troy.โ โGood. Make sure he doesnโt come back again ever.โ Then he hung up. I was so shocked that I couldnโt speak for a while. My family's constant demands for cash had reached a tipping point. No matter how many times I tried to set boundaries, they continued to use me and interrupt Elijah. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and it was greatly upsetting. โSorry I have to go now, Kayla,โ I said, bravely deciding to act immediately. She nodded in understanding and we said goodbye. I immediately rushed to the house where my adoptive mother and brother had moved to after my adoptive father Tom Bennett passed away. Heโd left me the original house where heโd taken care of me like his real own child. But the rest of the inheritance had been taken by his wife and son. Theyโd bought a bigger house and I never heard from them again. Not until they learned of my marrying a wealthy man in the famous Sinclair clan. Brenda was certainly not pleased to hear what I had to say. โWhat did you say?! You divorced Elijah, the billionaire CEO of Sinclair Realty Group?!! Are you out of your mind?!!โ Behind her, my brother Troy looked as if he wanted to punch the wall. โIt was never going to work out,โ I said, trying to maintain my composure. โJust please stop bothering him. Weโve cut our ties. You canโt ask for anything from him anymore.โ โOh, man!โ Troy exclaimed with frustration. Two years ago, after I married Elijah, Brenda and Troy came back and pretended like we were a tight-knit family. At first, Elijah was kind and understanding of their needs. But when he noticed how abusive they had become, always asking for financial support, he became impatient and angry. One time, they even borrowed cash in my name and never paid it back. It had become one of the reasons why Morgana was so angry with me. โDid you fight? Maybe you can still fix it!โ Brenda said, looking desperate. Troy scoffed. โWhen I went to his office, I saw him talking to this beautiful, sexy blonde. Iโm guessing thereโs a third party involved! People who donโt know better would think that woman is his wife!โ CHAPTER 5 My heart felt like it would explode any time now. โIt doesnโt matter,โ I eventually said to Troy. โItโs none of my business now. I donโt care what he does with that woman or with whomever.โ Then staring hard at him and my foster mother, I said sharply, โWeโre definitely not getting back together, so the two of you should just stop going to him for anything! Just stop!โ โButโฆโ Brenda began to protest. I raised my hand to stop her. โElijah and I are over. Besides, Iโll soon move to France and study there. And since you only contacted me again because of Elijahโs wealth, then now you wonโt have any more need for me, right?โ They were both shocked at my words because I had never spoken like that in the past. But it was time for me to step up and put myself first for once. โAll thing that you swindled out of my ex-husbandโs pocket, consider it as your payment for raising me,โ I went on in a steady voice. โWe donโt have to see or talk to each other ever again.โ On the way home, I began to feel a migraine coming. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples as I sat in the back seat of a cab. All of this dramaโs taking a toll on me, I guess. But as I neared the house, I felt increasingly queasy and unwell. I realized my health hadnโt fully recovered since the loss. โCould you please take me to the hospital?โ I asked the driver, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising nausea. He nodded and quickly changed course, navigating toward the nearest medical facility. The ride felt endless, each bump in the road exacerbating my discomfort. By the time we arrived, I could barely contain the churning in my stomach. I burst through the hospital doors, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, nearly colliding with a figure in front of me. Before I could hit the ground, strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me. Gasping for breath, I looked up and found myself staring into the concerned eyes of a very handsome and familiar-looking man. โAre you okay? You look like you're about to faint,โ he said, his brows furrowed with worry. With our eyes locked on each other, before I could even reply, a look of recognition crossed his features. โOh, wait! Itโs you. Sophia Bennett from Green Valley High, right?โ I was surprised, looking at him closely. His features reminded me of someone I knew a long way back. โUh, Daniel?โ I eventually said, recalling his name. We had gone to the same high school, but he was a year older than me. โYes, yes. Wait, let me bring you to our family doctor. You look really pale.โ I felt too sick to pretend I was fine, so I just let him lead me through the corridor and into one of the clinics. He quickly introduced me to the doctor whom he seemed to know well. As the doctor greeted me, concern etched across his face, I explained how I'd been feeling. He listened attentively, nodding as I spoke. After a brief discussion, he led me to an examination room, asking Daniel to wait outside. The examination was thorough, and I appreciated the doctor's calming demeanor. Afterward, he suggested some basic tests to determine the cause of my symptoms. โHow are you feeling now?โ Daniel asked kindly once I sat down beside him in the waiting area. โA little better, but still kinda dizzy,โ I answered honestly. โThanks for the assistance, but itโs okay if you have somewhere to be. Youโve already done too much for me.โ โOh, itโs okay,โ he said with a smile. โUnless you donโt want me here.โ โItโs nothing like that, of course!โ I quickly replied. โThanks for accompanying me. It feels good to have someone to talk to while Iโm here.โ โWell, Iโm all ears. People say Iโm a good listener.โ I beamed at him, his presence a comforting anchor in the sterile hospital environment. Chuckling, I said, โI donโt really know you, Danielโฆโ โYou know my name. Thatโs a start.โ His grin seemed to brighten up the surroundings, and I just felt immediately comfortable with him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and trust wash over me. We hadn't been close in high school, but something about his calm demeanor and genuine concern made me want to open up. โI rememberโฆ Daniel Pierceโฆโ I began, smiling. I could feel my headache and nausea diminishing. โHigh school jock, but a bit geeky and always at the top of the class.โ He laughed. โYouโve got a good memory, Sophia Bennett. I remember you too โ the smart, quiet, very talented artist whom all the boys noticed but never had the nerve to approach.โ I laughed too at his astonishing description of me. โYouโre joking!โ โNo, itโs trueโฆ Really! Iโm sure youโve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?โ He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. โGood-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.โ โOh.โ His expression changed immediately. โIโm sorry to hear that.โ โYou know, it's been a rough few months,โ I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. โI'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for cash from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.โ Daniel's expression shifted to one of empathy, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. โAnd then I lost my baby...It's been tough, physically and emotionally. I just feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, you know?โ He nodded in understanding. โIโm so sorry to hear all that, Sophia. But you seem like a really strong woman. Iโm sure you can get back on your feet in no time. Usually, it helps to be in a change of environment. Have you considered that?โ โYeah, starting anew in a foreign land,โ I answered, thinking about my application in France. โHmmโฆ sounds like a pretty bold move," Daniel remarked, his eyes reflecting admiration and amusement at the same time. โIt takes courage to make such a big change.โ I smiled weakly. โActually, I've applied for graduate studies in France. It's something I've always wanted to do.โ Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. โReally? That's incredible! I recently got accepted at the Goldwell Business School in Parisโฆโ My jaw dropped. โWhat? Iโm planning to go to the Goldwell Institute of Art!โ He looked at me with astonishment. โWhat are the odds, huh? Looks like weโll be seeing more of each other. Those institutions share practically the same campus.โ I couldn't believe the coincidence, though I was still feeling down. โThatโs reallyโฆ something else.โ โSurely youโll get in. Where do you plan to stay in Paris?โ โThe Latin Quarter, of course. Iโm looking at an apartment there, since itโs where most students live.โ Daniel chuckled. โAnd it looks like weโll be neighbors too. I think we were meant to cross paths again right now, right here.โ He gave me a lopsided grin. โWho knows? Maybe weโre destined to explore France together! When you book your plane ticket, let me know. Letโs fly together. I mean, if thatโs alright with you?โ His offer warmed my heart, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope. โThank you, Danielโฆโ Suddenly, I heard my name being called by the assistant, motioning for me to come back into the clinic. โMiss Sophia Bennett?โ she informed me. โYour test results are here.โ CHAPTER 6 Daniel followed me into the doctor's office, providing support. The doctor smiled warmly at us, his expression giving nothing away. โWell, Sophia,โ he began, his tone measured, โthe results are in. Congratulations to you both.โ I felt a rush of confusion and disbelief. โYouโre going to be parents. Congratulations!โ the doctor added. Iโmโฆ pregnant?! How could that be? My last baby had left me only months ago. Even I just signed divorce papers with Elijah, and now I'm carrying his child? The room spun around me as embarrassment flooded my cheeks. Probably because he was mistaken for the baby's father, Daniel looked surprised but did not contradict the doctor. โOther than that, youโre perfectly healthy, Sophia,โ the doctor assured me. He went on to discuss some things with Daniel, but I hardly heard them talking. My heart pounded crazily, and my mind felt fuzzy. Once again, I felt like I was caught up in a weird dream. None of it was real. Daniel was quiet as we left the hospital. I didnโt know what to say either. โLet me drive you home, Sophia,โ he offered once we were outside. His eyes were filled with concern for me. I was just too tired and confused to say no, so I simply nodded. He did not ask any questions, and I was glad. What am I going to do? I asked myself in silence while in the car, feeling the panic rising in my throat. This is the worst timing ever. Elijah and I just got divorced, and Iโm supposed to have a whole new life ahead of me. Anxiety took over me. Everything was about to change again. If I have this baby, it wonโt have a father, I thought bitterly. And how can I take care of it on my own while living in a different country where I donโt have anyone to help me? My hand moved toward my tummy. There was no baby bump yet, but knowing that there was a little one growing inside gave me chills. Suddenly, I remembered how painful it had been to lose my baby before. This is a blessing, a second chance for me to become a mother. Would I want to risk losing another baby? Slowly I began to calm down. I took deep breaths until my head began to clear. This is a miracle, I told myself. I should be grateful. As I rubbed my belly, I spoke in my mind. Iโm so sorry, baby. Itโs just all too sudden. But I know that Iโm going to take care of you and love you with all my heart. Days flew by, bringing a welcomed calm without Elijah, Brenda, and Troy in the picture. However, internally, I remained in turmoil. Then, the news I had been eagerly awaiting arrivedโI had been accepted into my dream university to study art and design once more! Despite the uncertainty of juggling studies with a baby, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. In just a weekโs time, I found myself waving goodbye to Kayla at the airport. โCall me when you get there!โ she said, her eyes gleaming with tears. It was the first time we would be apart for a long time, and we were like sisters. As I settled into my seat on the airplane, bound for Paris, excitement and nervousness mingled within me. The prospect of starting a new life in a different country threatened to overwhelm my senses. The plane began its ascent, lifting off the ground. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Beside me, Daniel sensed my unease and reached over, gently squeezing my hand. โEverything will be okay,โ he reassured me. โI'm here. We'll do this together.โ His words were a comforting balm to my anxious soul, and I found great comfort in his presence. As we chatted throughout the plane ride, ate together, fell asleep, and then chatted some more, I began to relax and come to terms with the situation. I can do this, I thought with more confidence. Then touching my tummy, I silently whispered, Youโre my lucky charm, my baby. By the time we landed safely, Daniel and I were like old buddies. I was truly grateful that he was with me. As the cab wound through Paris, iconic landmarks flashed pastโthe Eiffel Tower dominating the skyline, the majestic Louvre in the distance, and quaint streets bustling with cafes and shops. Despite my worries, the beauty of the city had me momentarily elated, filling me with a sense of excitement and wonder. Beside me, Daniel seemed entranced, his eyes wide with wonder. Soon, we were unloading my bags at my new apartment. It was semi-furnished, and I was immediately drawn to the light blue walls and the inviting white sofa. But my favorite part of all was the large window that gave me a fantastic view of the busy city street below. This was itโthe start of my new life in Paris. I turned to Daniel, who was looking around the apartment with a satisfied smile. โLooks like you've got yourself a nice little place here,โ he remarked, glancing back at me. "Yeah, I think I'm going to like it here," I replied. Daniel chuckled. โJust remember to take it easy, okay? You've had a long journey.โ I rolled my eyes. โI'm fine, Daniel. I'm not going to keel over from exhaustion.โ He raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. โI'm just saying, youโll be too heavy for me to carry if you collapse!โ I threw the throw pillow at him jokingly. โOh, shut up.โ We both laughed. He added, โYou need to get some beauty sleep, Sophia. I'm sure you'll want to look your best when you meet your new classmates.โ โOh, so now you're concerned about my appearance?โ Daniel grinned. โHey, a little rest never hurt anyone. And who knows, maybe you'll meet a cute French guy who'll sweep you off your feet.โ I playfully nudged him. โI think I'll pass on that, thank you very much. I'm here to focus on my studies, not my love life.โ He appeared pleased with that statement. โFair enough,โ he answered with a teasing smile. โBut you never know what could happen. Paris is the city of love, after all.โ I felt a little flutter in my heart, wondering if I could learn to look at him as more than a friend. Perhaps it's more accurate to say he's akin to a brother rather than just a friend. The assistance he's provided far exceeds anything I've received from Elijah in years. Sighing, I went over to my bags. โCome on, just help me unpack already so we can check out your apartment next.โ As we were unpacking, my phone rang. I figured it was Kayla so I asked Daniel to answer it, showing him that my hands were full at the moment. โHello?โ I heard Daniel say. He put the call on speaker mode. โWho the hell is this? Where's Sophia?โ a very familiar male voice demanded, his tone aggressive and impatient. My heart felt like it had just plummeted to the ground. I felt my whole body trembling when Daniel handed the phone to me. I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear to hear Elijah's furious growling, "Sophia, YOU CAN'T just walk away like this! Where the hell are you now?! Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywh...." I pressed the button to end the call without hearing his entire words, calming my quivering heart with a big and deep breath. It's true that Elijah has never been very considerate or tender with me, but he hasn't really stepped on me rudely either. It's just that lately, he's been indifferent to me. Anyway, he'd never been as emotionally cranky as he was now. Did my leaving make him care? No, don't be silly, Sophia, he can be with Serena again now. He's free. How do you expect that he would care about you, a woman he had never loved? Daniel noticed my paradoxical anxiety. "Who is he?" Daniel inquired. But I could see in his eyes that he clearly knew the answer to that question. I sighed, "My husband. 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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | <โฆB์๋ก ํฅํ๋ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฐฉ๋ฅ ์ค ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ก ์ธํด ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋ง์์๊ฐ 136๋ช ์ ๋์ด์ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์กด์๋ 3๋ช ์ ๋ถ๊ณผํ ์ํฉ์ ๋๋ค. ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์ ๋ํ ์คํฌ๋ฆฐ์๋ ์ด๋ฒ ํญ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ค์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ธ ๋ช ๋ฟ์ธ ์์กด์ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ก ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ ์คํ์์ค ๋ณ์ ์์ ๋์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ํธ๋ํฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๊ป์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฃผ์ธ์.โ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง, ๋จํธ ํ์์ค์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์จ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ๊ฒ ํ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ๊ณ ๋น์, ํ์ฅ์๋ ์น๊ฐ๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๊ณตํฌ๋ก ์จ๋ ์ ๋๋ก ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผํ ์ง 3๋ ์ด๋ ๋์์ง๋ง ๋จํธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํ์๋ก ํ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ํ ์ผ ์ด ์๋ ค ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒจ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ํ์ฐธ์ด๋ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ค. ํ ๋จธ๋์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ฌ๋ณด์ธ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ฉ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ์ ํ ๊ฑด๋ํธ์์ ์น์ ํ๋ฉด์๋ ์ฐ๋กํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด, ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ช ์ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ. ์ด๋ ๋ค์น ๋ฐ๋ ์๊ณ ? ์์ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์์ง?] ๊ฐ์์์ ์์ค์ ์นํ ๋จธ๋๋ก ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค ์ค ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ด์ฌ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ๋โฆโฆ.โ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์์ด ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์น ์ฑ ๋ฏํ๋ค. [์ด๋ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ดค๋! ๋น์๋ก ๋ ์๋ด๋ก, ํด์ธ ์ถ์ฅ๊ฐ ๋จํธ ์ผ์ ๋ค ๋ด์ฃผ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ํฐ์ก๋๋ฐ๋ ์ฝ๋นผ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋ณด์ฌ? ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ด๋ผ! ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๋ง ๋๋!] ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. [์ง๊ธ ์ด๋ ๋ณ์์ ์์ด? ์ง์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ผ ํ ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ด!] ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ณ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ ๊ฐ์์์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ธ ์ฑ ๋ง์์ด ํ์ ๊ฝํ ์๋ ์ฃผ์ฌ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์์ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. โํ์๋ถ, ์ง๊ธ ๋ญํ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ๋ค๋ฆฌ ๋ถ์์ด ์ฌ๊ฐํ๋ ์์ ์ ์ทจํด์ผ ํด์.โ ๋ง์นจ ๋ณ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค. โ๋ชฉ๋ฐ ์ข ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ํด์ํด์ผ๊ฒ ์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋งํฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋จํธํ๋์ง ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ณ์๋ณด๋ค๋ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์์ ์์ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ค, ํ์ฐ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ์ฅ์ ๋น์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ ๋๋ฐ์ด ์ถ์ฅ์ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ์ ์ํ์ ์ ํ ๋ฐฐ์น์ ๊ทผ๋ฌด์ธ์์ ํ์ ์ง๊ธฐ ์ํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ํํด ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ผ์ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ฆ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋์ด์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ด ๋จ์, ๋๋์ฒด ์ง๊ธ ์ด๋์ ๋ญ ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ, ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ํด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ์คํ์์ค์ ๋์ ๋ชฉ๋ฐ์ ์ง๊ณ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฉ์ฒ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณ์ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒฝ ๋๋จธ๋ก ์ต์ํ ์ฐจ๋๋ฒํธํ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ธ ์น์ฉ์ฐจ ๋ช ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ์์ธํ ๋ณด๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ์์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๋จผ์ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ํธ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋นผ๊ณกํ ๋๋ฌ์ธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ํ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ชน์ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ฏ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ฝํธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฑ ํฉ๊ธํ ๋ณ์ ๋ณธ๊ด ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ง์ฐฐ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ์ํ 3๋ ๋์ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค์ ํ ๋จํธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๊ณ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ฒญ๋ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ปธ๋์ง ํธํก์ด ๊ณค๋ํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณต๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆด๋ฝ ๋ง๋ฝ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ณ์ ์๋๊ฐ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ. ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ด์ค์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ๊ณ์ ํ์์ค์ด์ผ. ์ค์ ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค์ด๋ฐ? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ๊ธฐํด. ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ์ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์๋ ๋ด.โ โ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ? ํ์คํด?โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ํ์คํ์ง. ์ง๋ฃ ์ฐจํธ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑธ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ํ์๊ฐ 12์ฃผ๋ ๋๋๋ฐ? ํ์ ์ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ์์ ํ์ง ์ค๋ ์ถํ์ด ์์๋. ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์๊ณ ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ๋๋ฐ?โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ผ๋ก ๋ ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ค. โ12์ฃผ๋ผ๋ฉดโฆโฆ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ ?โ ์ 2ํ ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ , 1์ฃผ์ผ ์ ๋ ์ถ์ฅ ์ผ์ ์ด ์กํ ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์ฅ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. โ๊ทธ ๋ ์๊ธด ์์ด์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์จ๊ฒจ์ง ์๋ด๋ก ์ค๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋น๋ฐ๊ณ์ฝ์ ๋งบ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๊ป ๋จํธ์ ์ค์บ๋ค์ ๋ํด์๋ ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐธ ๊ฐ๋ณํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์โฆโฆ ์ ์ฌ์๋ ์ ์์ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ ๋ด. ๋ณด์ํ๋ ๊ณง ๊ณต์๋ฐํ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ?โ โ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ. ๋๋ ์๊น ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ด. ๋ค ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?โ ์นดํธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํธ๋ํฐ ์ ์ฌ์ง์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์, ๋ง์! ์ด ์ฌ์์ผ! ST๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋์งธ ๋ธ! ํ์์ค์ด๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์? ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ๊ฐ์!โ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํธ๋ค๊ฐ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. โST ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด๋ผโฆโฆ.โ ํด์ ์์์ ๋ง์น ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ฌ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์์ด ์ข์ฒ๋ผ ์ง์ ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์๋ ํธ๋ํฐ ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ๋น์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋น์ท๋ค. ์ ์์ด ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ง๋ง ํ์์ค๊ณผ ST ๊ทธ๋ฃน๊ณผ์ ์ฐ๊ด์ฑ์ ์ ํ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โB์์ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ ๋ช ๋ฌธ๊ฐ ์ง์์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฎ์ด๋ค๋ ์ด์ํด.โ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ค์ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ์๋์ด ๋์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ์งํก์ด์ ๋ชธ์ ์์งํ ์ฑ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ตฌ๋! ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ณต์ด ๋ง์์ ๊ทธ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ค์๋ ๋ฌด์ฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์จ์ด ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ปํ์ง ๋ญ๋.โ โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ด ์ปธ์ง๋ง ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ฌ์ค ์ ์ข ํผ๊ณคํด์.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋. ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ์ด๋ผ. ์์ค์ดํํ ์ฐ๋ฝํด ๋จ์ผ๋๊น ๊ณง ์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌํ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ก๋ค. ๊ฐ์์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ดด๋ก์ด ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์ค ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์๊ฒ ์ง์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๊ฐ์๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ฐธ๊ณ ๊ฒฌ๋์จ ๋ ์ด ํ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐ์ค์์ง๋ค๋โฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ์์ค์ ๋ค์๋ ๋ฐค ๋ฆ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ด ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ค. โ์์ง ์ ์ค์ด? ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ์ ์ ๊บผ ๋์ด?โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ถ์ ์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ด ๋ถํธํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ ์ข ์ผ ์นจ๋์ ๋์๋ง ์์๋ค. ์ง์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋จน์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ์ํ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ์ด๋์ ์์์ด์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์์ ์ฑ ์์ฒํด์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๋์์์ ํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ์ฌํท์ ๋ฒ์ ๊ทธ์ ํํํ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฉ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ์นจ๋ ํค๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์์ ์ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. โT์์ ์๋ ์ง์ฌ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ์ถ์ฅ ๋ค๋ ์์ด.โ ์์ค์ ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ ํ, ๊ท์ฐฎ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ๋ฅํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์์ค ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค ์์ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ฌ์ญค๋ดค๋๋ฐ T์๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐํ ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ด์ญ์ด ์๋๊ตฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋งํฌ์ ์์ฌ์ด ์๋ฉ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. โ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์์ค์ด ์์ค ์ ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ตณ์ด ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ํญ๋ฐํ๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ฏค์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โํ, ๊ณง ๋ถ ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ์ 3ํ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ด์ โ๋น์ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ์, ๋์ฒด ์ธ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ 3๋ ์ ํผ์ธ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ํ ๋๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ง๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฑ๋ค. ์ด์ฐ๋ ์ผ์์๋์ง ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋ถ๋ฉด ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ด ๋ท์กฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ์ ์์์ด ๋ณํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ฐํ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์ฌ์? ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์ํ๋ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ด ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋น์ ๋ค ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ดค์ด์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก, ํ ๊ธ์ ํ ๊ธ์ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ๋ฑ์๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฐข๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ๋ชป๋ง๋ ํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ญ๋ ฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฉด์๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ๋ง ํ ๋ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง๋ค์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ค์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ถ๋ถ๋ก ์ด์๋ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ผ ๋ง๋ค ํธ์ง์ก๋ ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ์์ ์ ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์์ฒ๋ผ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋์ด์๊ฒ ์ ์ฑ์ ๋คํ๋ค. ์ง์์๋ ์ฃผ๋ถ๋ก ๋ ํ์ฌ์์๋ ํ์ ์ ์ธ ๋น์ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋งก์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ป์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์๋ค, ๋ธ ์ ๋ณ๋ ์ข์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํ๋ค. 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋งํผ ํ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์งํจ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ ์ด๋ ํ๊ฐ? 3๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ํ๋๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ํ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฐ๊ณ ์์์ง๋ง ์นจ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ผ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ค ๋ฌด์จ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋์ง ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๋ชป ๋ณ์ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ฒฐํผํ ์์ฌ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ฐ์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฑธ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ฌ์ผ ํ์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟํ๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ท๊น์ ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๊ตต์ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์กํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ํ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋นคํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋ด ์ธ์ปจ๋๊ฐ ์๋์ผ. 20๋ ๋๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์ผ.โ โ์ด๋ฆด ์ ๋ถํฐ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ 5๋ ์ ์ ์ถ๊ตญํ ์ดํ๋ก ์๋ก ํ๋ฒ๋ ์ฐ๋ฝํ ์ ์์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋คํต์๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ด์ฉ์ง ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์๋ด๋ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ํ์ ์ด 1๋ ์๋๋ผ๋โฆโฆ.โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ ๋ ์ฌ๋, ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์์?โ ํ์์ค์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฉด์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ๊ณณ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์๋์ง ๋ฒ์จ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ.โ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์๋ ์์์ ์ํ๋ ํ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ง์๊ณ ํ๊ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๋ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ B์์ ๋ฏธํผ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ค์์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณจ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ํค๊ณ , ์๋ค ๋ธ์ ๋ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์์์ ์ ์ง๋ฅผ ๋จ๋จํ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์์ ์ ์๋ช ์ ๊ตฌํด ์ค ํ์ฐ์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ถ์ฒํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ญํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๊ณ ๋น๋ฐ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋น์์ ์์ ์ด ์ด์ํ๋ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์ต๋ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋๋ ๋น์๋ก ์ผํด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ ์ ๋์ง ๋ง๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์๊ธด์, ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ฃ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ด์์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ์ง๋ง ๋๋์๋ ๋น์ด ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฏธ์๋ง์ ์์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ง์น ๋ฌด๋ค์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์จ ์ฒ๋ ๊ท์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ณด์์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋๊ฐ ๋ณํ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ด์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์กํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ฝค ํฐ ์นจ์ค์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ต๋ตํด์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์จ๋๋ ์ ์ ๋์์ ธ ์ด๋๋ง ์จ๋๊ณ๊ฐ 30๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋์ด ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ค์ ์จ์ด ๊ฐ๋น ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ธ ๊น์ ์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํ์ง ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฏํ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์์ง๋ง ๋๋ฌด ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ง๊ธ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์ 4ํ ๋ ์ด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋์์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ ์ธ ๋จ์ถ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ์ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ถ์๋ค. ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๊ฐ์ถฐ์จ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๊ฐ๋ง ํ์ธ์ง ๊ท๋ฐ๊น์ง ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ด ์ง์ ์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ด ๋์๋์ง ์์๋๊ณ ์? ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์. ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๋น์ ์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ง๊ธ ๋๋ ๋ด ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ์.โ โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ง์?!โ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ์์ค์ ํํํ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ด ์ธ๋ฃฉ๋ถ๋ฃฉ ์์ง์๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์ต์์ ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ฟ๋ ธ์ด์. ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ณง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํด ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ๋๋ดํ๊ณ ๊ณผ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ค. ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ฌ์ค ์ ์๋ ์์ผํ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋๋ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ณธ๋ฅ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ํธํก๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ด์ก๋ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋์ด๋ฉฐ, ์์ค์ ํ ๋์ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ฐ๊น์ค๋ก ๋์ฐพ์ ์ผ๋ง์ ์ด์ฑ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์๋ ์์ ๊ฝ ์์ผ ์ก์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ, ๋ ์ ๋ง ์ญ๊ฒจ์.โ ์์ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋์ด์ค๋ฅด๋ ์๋ง์ด ์์๊ฐ์ ํญ์ญ ๊ฐ๋ผ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ณ ์๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง์ธ ๋ฏ ํ ๋ง๋ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๋๋ฅผ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง๋์?โ โ๊ทธ๋!โ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ง์ค์ด์ง ์๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ๋ง๋๋ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ฒ๊ธด ์ท์ ์ง์ด ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จ์ถ๋ ์ ๊ทธ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ด โ์พ โํ๊ณ ๋ซํ๋ฉด์ ์ฃผ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋๊ฐ์ ๊ธด์ฅ์ด ํ๋ ค ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๋์๋ ์๋ง์ด ์ฐจ์ฌ๋๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋์๋ฉฐ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ด ์ ๋๋ก ํ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ ๋ง์๋ ์์ด์ง๊ฒ ์งโฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ๋ค์๋ ์์นจ, ํ์ฐ์ ์์ง ์ฑ์น ์์ ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ์๋์ธต์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ด๋ฆผ์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๊ฐ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ค๋นํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์๋ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋๋ผ ์ง์ ๋น์ด ์ํ์๋ค. โ์ด๋จธ, ์์ธ๋! ์ฃฝ๋ค ์ด์๋ ์ง ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง๋ ์์๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ์ง ๋๊ณ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ํน์ ์ฌํ ๊ฐ์?โ ํ์์ค์ ์น๋์ ํ์์์ด ๋น์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฌ B๋ํ๊ต 2ํ๋ ์ ์ฌํ์ค์ด๋ค. ์์์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ ํ ์ต์ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋ถํธํ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์ข ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ฌ์ฃผ๊ฐ ์ข์ ํธ์ด๋ผ ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณง์ ์์งํด์ฃผ์๋ค. ์คํ์ผ์ด ์ข์์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค๋ก๋ถํฐ ๋ถ๋ฌ์์ ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์ ํ ๋๊พธ๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. ๋ง์นจ ๊ท๋ถ์ธ์ฒ๋ผ ์น์ฅํ ํ์จ ์ง์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํํ๊ท ํ์ฅ์ ๋๋ฒ์งธ ์๋ด์ด์ ์์ค์ ์น์ด๋จธ๋์๋ค. ์ด์์ ๋ ์ฒ์๋ถํฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ท์ฐจ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ ํจ๋ถ๋ก ๋งํ๊ธฐ ์ผ์ค์๋ค. โ์์นจ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ถํฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ฉฐ ๋ญํ๋ ์ง์ด์ผ? ๋น์ฅ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ์ฒญ์์ค์ธ ์ด๋ชจ๋์ด๋ ๋์๋ผ. ๊ณง ์๋ก ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ค์ด์์ ์ง๋ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๊บผํ์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. ์์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์์์ด ๊ถ๊ธ์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์๋ก? ๋๊ฐ์?โ โ๋๊ฐ ์ข์ ์ฃฝ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋?โ โ๋ค? ํ๊ฒฝ์ธ๋ ๊ท๊ตญํ์ด์?โ โ๋์์ค๊ธฐ๋ง ํ ๊ฒ ์๋๊ณ , ๋ค ์ค๋น ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ก์์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง ํฐ๊ฐ ์ข์์ ์ ๊น ์๊ธฐ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ฉด์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฒ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด์ผ ๋ง๋ก ์์ ์ด ์๊ฐํด์จ ์ด์์ ์ธ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฟ๊ฐ์ด์๋ค. ์ ์ด์ ๊ทธ ์ผ์ด ์๋์์ผ๋ฉด ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ๋ฌด์ํ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ญํ๊ณ ์๋? ์ฒญ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ?โ ์์ ๊ฐ์์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋น์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ถ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์์ ์ ๋ฉธ์ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ป๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด๋๋ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ ์ง๋ง ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ง ์๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋๋ถํฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ถ๋ถ์ฌ์ด๊ฐ ์๋์์. ์์์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฐฉ ์ฒญ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋๋ ์ผ์ ์ด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์ํค์ธ์.โ ์ 5ํ ์ดํผํฉ์์ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๊ณผ๋ ์์ ํ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ฌํ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๋ฐํ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ํ๋์ผ!? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ ๋ง ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํด๋ด!โ ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ํํ ์ง์์ผ์ ์ํค์ธ์. ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ต๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ์ ์ ์ ๋ก ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ์์ด ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฒ์ปฅ ํ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. โ๋!โ โ์๋ง, ์๋ง!โ ์์์ด ํฅ๋ถํ ์๋ง์ ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ถ์ด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ธ๋ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ง์ฃ ? ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค์ ์ค๋น ๊ฐโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ถ๋ ์ง์ ๋ถ์ฑ์ง์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ์ผ์ ๊บผ๋ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ ค๋ ์๋๊ฐ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ธ์ ์๋๋ฅผ ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์์ฑ๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๋ถํด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํน์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋จน๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋จํธ ํ๋ ๋ถ์ก์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ์ฃผ์ ์ ๋ณ ์ต์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ค. ๊ฐํ ์์ด๋จธ๋ ํ์ ํด?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฆฟ๋๋ฆฟ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋์ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ ์ ๊ตฌ์์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ถ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋นจ๋ผ์ง๋ฉด์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ชผ๊ฐ์ง ๋ฏ ์ํ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ์์ ํผ๋ถ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ ๊พน ๋๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ์์ด๊ฐ ์์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ จ์ฃ ? ์ ์์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ์๊ฒ ๋น๋จ๊ธฐ๊ณผ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์์ ์ด ์๋๋ ์์ธ์ด ๊ณผ์ฐ ๋๊ตฌ ์ชฝ์ ์๋์ง ์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ โ๋, ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐํ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ์์ ๋ ๋ค ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊น์ง ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ! ๋ ๋๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ค์ดํ๊ณ ๊ผญ ์ดํผ์ํค๊ณ ๋ง ํ ๋ ๋๊ณ ๋ด!โ ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฐํด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๋คํผ์ ํผํ๋ค. ์ ๋งํด์ ์๊ธฐ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ด์ธ์ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ์๋งํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ด์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง๋ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ๋ฑ์ด ์๊ธธ๊น ๋ด ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ง๋์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๋๊ฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ง๋ ๋ด๋ฑ๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ธธ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ๋ง๋ ์๊ด์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ด ๋๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ ํ์์์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ2์ธต ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง์ ๋ ๋ ๋งํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด ์์ด์ก๋์ง ์ ์ดํด๋ด. ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฝค๋ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ณด์ด๋๋ฐ ํน์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ๊ฐ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด์์!โ ์ ์ ํ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋์ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ํ์์์ ์์ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ ค ์์๋ค. โ์๋ง, ์์ด์ง ๊ฑด ์์ด์. ๋์ ์นจ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์์ด์!โ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๋นผ์์ ์ดํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋๋น์ด ํ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. [์ดํผํฉ์์] ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ณง์ฅ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค ์์๋๋ค. ํํ ๋ฐ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ์์ ๋์ค๋ ๋จ์ด๋ค ์ค โ์ดํผํฉ์์โ, โ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ โ ๋ฑ์ ๋ค์ ์์ค์ ์์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์น๊ณ ์ฆ์ ํ์์ค์ ๋์ฐ๋ค. "์๋ง, ์๋ง! ์ผ๋จ ์ง์ ์ข์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. [๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ ์ง์ ํ๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ์ด? ๋ด ๊ทํ ์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ฐ์ ๋ง๋ค์ ์จ ๋จ๋๋ฐ? ๋ง์นจ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ์ด ํ์ด๋ฐ์ ์ง ๋๊ฐ์ค ๊ฑด ์ฐธ ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง. ์๋, ์ง๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐํ ๋จผ์ ์ดํผ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด? ๋ชฝ๋ฅ์ด ์ฐ์ง๋ก ์ซ์๋ด๋ ์์์ฐฎ์ ๋ โฆโฆ] ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ด๋์ด ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํตํ์ข ๋ฃ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ ๋ค. ์ฌํ๊ป ์์ข ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์น ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ง์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ํ์์๋ ๋ฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ฒ ๋ชฉ๋ก์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฒํธ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ 3๋ ๋ง์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ํตํ์ฐ๊ฒฐ์์ด ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๊ฐ, ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ฌ์ฅ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฐฉํ๋๋ฐ, ์ตํ์ฐ ๋น์์ ์ฌ์ง์์ ๋๋ค.โ ๊ตฌ์ค์ฅ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ ์จ์ด ๋งํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์งํํ๋ ์ฌ์ ๋ค์ด ์ ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ค ์ ์ผ ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ด ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ธ๋ฐ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์์ง ํ์์์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฌด ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ํ์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒโฆโฆ ํ์ค ๊ฑด์งโฆโฆ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฏ๋น์ด ๋์ฑ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์์ ์ฌ์์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ด ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด ์ฃผ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.] ํ, ์ตํ์ฐ. ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์ ํ ์น๋๋ค ์ด๊ฑฐ์ง? ์ 6ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๋ค ๊ณตํญ ๋ก๋น์ ์ ์๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ํด์ง ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์จ์ด ํธ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ ๋ค. ์ค๊ฐ๋ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฒผ๋ค. โB์๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์ข ์ฑ์ญ์์ญํ๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์, ๋ ์ด์ ํ๋ ์ผ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ์ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฌ๋ํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์ฃผ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ๊ณตํญ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ฒดํฌ์ธ์ ํ๊ณ , ์ด๋ฏธ D๊ตญํ ํฐ์ผ์ ์๋งคํ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ๋ ๋ ์ ๋ถ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ B์์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋ ๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ง ์๋์๋ค๋ฉด ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ค์ ๋ง๋๊ณ ์ถ์ดํ์ จ์ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ์ด ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ฅผ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์น์ธํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์ค์ ๊ฐ์ฌํดํ๊ธฐ๋์ปค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ํผ์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. ์ด์ ํ์ฐ ์ฐจ๋ก์๋ค. โ์๋ ํ์ญ๋๊น, ์๋. ์ด ํฐ์ผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ ๊ฒจ ์์ด ๋น๋ถ๊ฐ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.โ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค ์นด์ดํฐ ์ง์์ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ฒจ์๋ค๊ณ ์?โ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ, ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํ์ธํด ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ โํ์ฌ ๊ณ์ข๋ก ์๋งคํ์ จ๋์? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ถํ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธ๋๋๋ฐ, ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น?โ โโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌธ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋น์์๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ์์ ๋ง๋ค์ด์ค ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ณ์ข๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์โฆโฆ. ์ผ๋ง์ ํ์ฌ ์ธ์ฌ๋ถ์์ ์ด๋ค ๊ฒ์ ๋ฑ๋กํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ํ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ๊ธด์ฅํด ์์ด ๋๋ ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ฒ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ง ์์ ์ด ๋์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฃจ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ด ์ฒด๊ณ์ ์ด์ง ๋ชปํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ฃ์กํด์, ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํํด์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณผ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ธ์ฌํ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์์ง๋ง ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊ณ , ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๋ ๋ฉ์์ง๋ง ๋ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ด ์ํ์์ก๋ค. โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ด ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒํธ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ์ผ๊ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ณ ์์์๊น!โ โHT๊ทธ๋ฃน, HT๊ทธ๋ฃน!โ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆผ๋์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋น๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋๋ฐฉ์ธ ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ณง ์ฐ๋ ์์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๋์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋์ ๊ฑด๋จ ๋ค ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ณธ๊ด์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๋คํํ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํด์ฌ ์์์ ์์ง ํผ์ง์ง ์์๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ํํธ๋ฌ์ง ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ธ์ฌํ์ด ์๋ 12์ธต์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค๋ ๋น ์จ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ จ๋ ๋ด์.โ ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์์ง์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ค๋ผ๋น์ด์, ์๋ถ์ ๋ฅํ ์ ์ด์จ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ํด์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง๋ํ๋ ๋ฐ์ ์ต์ํ๋ค. โ๋ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด๋์์ด์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ํํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์๊ธฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ ๋ถํฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์? ๊ทธ๋ผ ์๋ชป ์ฐพ์์ค์ จ๋ค์. 2๋ถ ์ ์ ๋ํ ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ์ จ๋๋ฐ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒ ์ด์.โ โโฆโฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์์ํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์๊ฒฉํ๊ณ ์ ์ํ๊ฒ ์์ง์ด๊ณ ํ๋ฒ ํ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๊พธ์ง ์๋ B์์์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ํํ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฝ๊ฒ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ! ํ์ฐ์ด ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋์์์ ์์ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ์ ์ด์จ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ ์ธ์ง, ์ ์๊ฐ ์๋์ง๋ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. โํด๊ณ ๋ ์๋ ์์ด์, ์ ์๊ฐํด์. ์ง๊ธ ์์ธต์์๋ ๊ฝค ์ค์ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๊ณ , ํ ๋ํ๋๊ป๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝํผ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์.โ ์ 7ํ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฝํผ์? ์ตํ์ฐ๊ณผ ํ์์ค์ ๋น๋ฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ค์ ๋น์๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ๋ง ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ดํผํ์์์ ์ํฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ํ๋ คํ๊ฒ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ค. ๋์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ค๋ ์นจ๋์์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์์ค๊ณผ ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ๊ณ ๋ง์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ด์จ์ ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋์ด ๋ํ๋์ ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ฐ๋ณด๊ฐ ์๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ์ ์ ์๋๋ฐ, ํด๊ณ ๋์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ด์ํ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ปดํจํฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์, ๋ ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธฐ๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ๋ํ์ค์ด ์๋ ์ธต์ ๋์ฐฉํ ํ์ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ์๋ง์ ๊ตฌ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค์ จ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๋น์๋ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๋ํ๋๊ป ๋๋ ธ์ด์. ์์ง ํ์ ์ค์ด์ ๋ฐ, ์์ง ์ธ ๋ฒ์งธ ํ์์์. ๊ธํ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฐ ๋ง์๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ โ์๋จ, ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์ ์์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌด๋ค๋คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ โ๋ค, ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ์ปคํผ ํ ์ ๊ฐ๋ค ๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ ๋ํ๋ ์์ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ผ์ ๋ด๋นํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ๋ฉด ๋น์ฅ ์ ๋นํ ์ง์์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก๋ค. โK๊ตญ์ ํธ๋๋๋ฆฝ ์ปคํผ์์, ๋ฐฐ์ด์ง ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋์ง๋ง์.โ โ์ ์ ๋ง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ์์ค๊ณผ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ํค์ด์ง๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ๋ด์ด์ฃผ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ๋ํ๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ์ค ์์ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค ํ์์ค ์ชฝ์ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๋ฌธํ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๋ณด์ธ ํ์์ค ๋ด๋ถ์๋ ์ฌ๋ฌ ์ฌ๋์ด ํ ์ด๋ธ์ ์ค์ฌ์ผ๋ก ์์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต๊ณผ ์ ์ฅ๋ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ ๋๋ก ๋์ ๊ทธ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ชฝ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ์์ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์์ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด์ ๋น์ ํ ๋ป ์ ์ ์ท์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ถํฌ๋ช ํ ์ ๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง ์ด๋ ดํ์ด ํน์ ํ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ค๋ฃจ์ฃ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ณ์์์ ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ ๋ํ ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ณด๊ดํ ํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ธ์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฉฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋ ค๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ง ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฆ๊ฒ ์ค์ จ์ด์!โ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ค๋ช ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ํ ํด์ง๋ก ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ง๋ ๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ํฐ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ์ด์ด ๋น ์ก๋ค๊ณ ํ๊ธธ๋ ๋ค์ด์ดํธ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๋ค์ ์๊ฐํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ๊ฒฐํผ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์คํธ๋ ์ค ๋ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์์ด.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ํ ์ ํ์ด์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ์ฐ์ํ ์ํ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์๊ณ ํฌ๋ช ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ด์ง ๋ถ๋ฃฉํ ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์จ๋ชธ์์ ๊ณ ๊ทํจ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ํจ์ด ๋ฌผ์ฌ ํ๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฑ๊ฐ์ด ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ ๋ฌผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ , ์ท๋งค๋ฌด์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋์์์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค ํ๋ค. โ์ ์๋ง์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ต ๋น์๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋๋ฐ, ์์ค ์จ ๋น์ ๋ง์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊ตณ์ด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ ํ์๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ ์ปคํผ ํ ์๋ง ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์? ํํธ ์จ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์ ์์์์์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ ?โ ์ 8ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋์ผ๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ์๋ฌด๊ฐ ์์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ช ๋ น์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถํธํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์์ง ํ์์ค์๊ฒ ์์ผ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ์ก๋คํ ์ผ์ ๋งก๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. ๋๋ถ์ด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ์์ฐ์ค๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ ์๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ ๋ค ๋์ํ๋ค. โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ถํํ ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์์ ํ ๋ชจ์ฑ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ธ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ์ ํ๊ฒจ ๋์ค๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๊ณผ ํ๋ คํจ์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ๋์กฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ถ์ ํ ์ง์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๋ค ๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ํ์ง ๋ํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ช ๋ ์ด ํ๋ฅธ ์ง๊ธ, ํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ผํ ์ ์ธ์๋ค. ์์ฒญ๋ ๊ฒฉ์ฐจ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ฐ๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฐ ํ ์ ๋ํผ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ๊ณ ํ์ฅ์ค์์ ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋น์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์คํ 3 ํฐ์คํผ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ์ ์๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ ธ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋ค. ํ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ํ์์ค์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ๋ฒ์จ ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ค์ด์ค์ธ์.โ ์์์ ๋ค๋ ค์จ ๊ฒ์ ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋ ์จํํ๊ณ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ปํ๋ค. ๊ธด ๊ณ ๋ฏผ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ปด์๊ณ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ์ด๋์ ๋ ์์์ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๊ณ ํต์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋นํฉํ ๋ฏํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋๊ณ ๋๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ผ์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ด ๋ณต์กํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๊ณ ๊ฝค ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์์ ์์ ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๋๊ณผ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ ธ ๋์ค๋ ๋๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋จ์จ์ ์์ ์ ์ผ์ผ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ์ง ์๋ฉด์ ๋ํํ ๊ตณ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ์ผ!โ โ์ต ๋น์๋?โ ์ฐ์ฟ ์ปค๋ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋๋์ด๊ณ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋์ ํ ๋๋ง์น๋ฏ ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ง ๋จ ๋ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ค์์ผ ์๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชจ์ต๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ด ํ๋ ค ์ฃผ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒํ ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ๊ณผ ์์ค, ๋๋ง์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฉํดํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฉ๊ฑด ์์ผ์ธ์?โ โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋, ๋๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์.โ 200์ ๊ณฑ๋ฏธํฐ์ ๋ฌํ๋ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ์ฑ ์ ์์๋ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋๋ฏธ์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฌ ์๊ณ , ํฐ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์๋ฆ ๋ผ์น๋ ํ์ ์ ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์? ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด์?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํธ๊ธฐ์ฌ์ด ๋ฐ๋ํ๋์ง ์์ค์ ๋ ๊ฝ ๊ปด์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ ๋น์ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ์จ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ์, ๋ณ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ.โ ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ํ์ ์ก์๋น๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ์์์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ฐฉ์์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๊นจ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ํผ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ๋จ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ชปํ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ๋ ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐํนํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ค์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฝ๊ฒ ๋๋ ค์ค ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ ํ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ๋์ง์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํด ์ด ์ผ์ ํด๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. โ์ ์ด๋ฏธ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ํด์งํ๋๋ฐ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ ๊ฐ์ จ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด์? ๋ํ๋์ด ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง ์์ฌ์ค๋ฝ์ต๋๋ค. HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ์ผ ์ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์น์์์. ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋น์์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋น์ดํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ง ์์ผ์ จ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ ์ 9ํ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ณด๋ ์์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ค ๋ํ์ค์ ์ด์ผ์์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ํ๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ธ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ, ์์ค ์จ?โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์จ ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด๊ฒ ์ด?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์ฌ์ ๋ง๋๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ผ ์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์ณค์ด. ์ ๋ฐ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ํ์ง๋, ํ์ํ์ง๋ ์์.โ โํด์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ํด์ผ์ง. ์ ์ฌํ ๋ ์ง๊ธํ ์ ๋ํผ์ ์ ๊ณ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธ๋๋๊น.โ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด์ฉํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ผ๋ก ๋ถ๋ฌ๋ค์ธ ์์ค์ ์๋๋ฅผ ์์์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๊ฑฐ๋. ์์ค์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํญ๋ณตํ๋๋ก ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ฐ์ด ํญ๋ณตํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ ํ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ, ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๋จ์ ์๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์์กด์ฌ๊น์ง ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง๋ฐํ๋ค. โ์, ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ์ต ๋น์๊ฐ ์๋ชปํ๋ค.โ โ์๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ค ์์์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์์ค์ ํ์ ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ์น๋ฏ์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฒ์์ ์ ๋ํผ ์์ผ์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. โ๋ฒ์๊ฒ์.โ ๊ฐ๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ํ์คํ ๋ค ๊ธ์. โ์์ค ์จ ๋ง์ด ๋ง์. ๋๋ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ํ์คํ๊ฒ ๋๋ด์ผ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ํ๋์ ๋ํ์ค์ ์ฝ์๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ์ํด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ธ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ง ์๋ํ ๋๋น์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๊ทผ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด์ ๊ณผ ํ์ฐํ ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ด ๋๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ์กฑ์์์ ์์ ํ ๋ฒ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ง๋ก๋ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ค์ด ๊ฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ์์ ํ ํต์ ๋ ฅ์ ์์๋ค. ์๋๋ฉด 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ง๋ก ์ดํดํ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฑด ์๋๊น? ๋ํ์ค์ ์๋ฌธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํผ์ง์ ๋ง์ ์ง์๋ค์ด ๋ฌธ ์์์ ๊ธฐ์๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์๋ฌด๋ ํญ์ ์จํํ๊ณ ์น์ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋ฉด์ด ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ๋์๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง ๋ฒ์ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋์ด์, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค ์ง์ง ์์๋ค์โฆโฆ.โ โ์๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ๋ํผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํํผ์งํ๋ฐ ๋๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ์ข์์ง ์์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์ ๋ผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ก ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. โ์์ฃผ ํ๊ฐํ์ง? ์ผ ์ ํด? ์ ๋ถ ์๊ธ์์ ๊น์ผ ์ค ์์!โ ๋ชจ์ฌ ์๋ ์ง์๋ค์ ์๋ก์ ๋์น๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ค ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๋ํ๋ ์ด์ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ํ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋ค์ฌ๋ค๋ณด์๊ณ ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์์์์ ์ถฉ๋ํ๋ค. โ๋ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ํด์ฌํ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ผ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ต๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์ ๋ด, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๋ํ์ค ์์์ ๋์ ํ๋๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฐฌ ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ถ์๋ฅผ ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ํ๋, ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ์ฃผ์ค๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฉฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ๊น ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์ํ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก์ ํ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ด๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ง๋ ๋ฌ ์๊ธ์ ์ ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์ด๋ ์์ค๊ณผ์ ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ์์ ํ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๋ป์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์๋ ์๋ํด์ก๊ณ , ํ๊ณ ํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ ๊ณณ์์๋ถํฐ ํ๋ชฐ์์น๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ 10ํ ์ค๋น ์ ๋ง์ค โ์์ค ์จ?โ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ๊ด๊ณ์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ ๊ทธ์ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ณด๋ด! ์ค๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค๋ ์ค ์๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด, ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋ชป ๋ง๋ฌ์์, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ์์ค ์จ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋.โ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์์ค์ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฏผ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ์ฑ ์ ๋๋ผ๊ณ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏผ์จ ์ ํ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ง์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด ์๊ด์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ต๋ตํ๊ณ ๋ณต์กํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ด.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํฑ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํจ ์ชฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ธ๋ฌ์ง ์ฑ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฒ๋ฆผ๋ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ธํ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฃผ์๋ค์ ๋ค ๋ค๋ ๋์๋ณด์ง ์๊ณ ๋์์์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ค์๋ ๋ ์นด๋กญ๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ์์ ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ค๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ์ง์๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ผ์ ํ ์ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์๊ณ ๋์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๊น๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๋ค๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ค์ ๊ผฌ์ ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ๋ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์์ง๋ง, ๋ด์ฐ๋ ๋ก ์น๋ถ๋๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์์ธ์ด ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ์ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ ์ฐ๋ฉฐ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ ๋ ๋ค์์ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ฐ์ ๋น ์์. ์ถ์ฐ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฒ์ท ๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ ์ฐ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์ฌ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์๋ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์๋ค. โ๋งค์ ํ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฌ๋์ด ์๊ธด ํ๊ตฌ๋.โ ๊ฒ์ท์ ๋ฒ์ผ๋ ค๋ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ธํจ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ์ผฐ๋ค. โ์๋์์, ๊ณ ๋ง์์ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋. ์ด์ ๋ง๋ ์ผ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ธํ ํ์ ์ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ์ ์ ์์ง์์ง๋ง ํ๋์ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ๋ จ์์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ๋น ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์๋ค. ์ด๋ด ๋๋ ํญํ์ฐ๋ง์ด ๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ด๋ ์ ์๋ ์ ์ผํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ์์ ์์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์์์ง๋ ๋น์ค๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ช ๋ ๋์ ์ด์๋ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์๋ง์ ์ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ๋จน๋ ํ์ ๋คํด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น โฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋์๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ง๋ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ค ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. 8์๊ฐ ํ, ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ B์ ๊ณตํญ์ ์ฐฉ๋ฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ํค๊ฐ ํฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์์ ํ์ ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋ค์ ์๋ ๊ฒฝํธ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ ๋ค. โฆโฆ ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค, ๊ฒ์์ ๋ฒคํ๋ฆฌ ํ ๋๊ฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ํ์จ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ฐ๋ค. ๋ท์ข์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ๋ฌด์ฑํ ๊ด๋ชฉ ์๋ ๊ณ ์ธต ์ ํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ํ์ ๋ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์๋ ์นจ์ค๋ ์ด๋ก๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์ง์ง ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ํ ์์ค์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ๋๊ผ๊ณ , ์์ฌ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํ ๋ง ๋๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์ ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ๋๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์. ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์๋๋ฅด์ง ์์๋ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ๋ง. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ํผ์ ์์ ์ด๋ผ ์ฌ์ดํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์ผโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ก์ ์์ ์ ์๋งค ๋์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๊ตฌ๊ฒจ์ก๋ค.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฌด์์์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ ์์ค์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๊ณ , ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ํ์ผ๋ฉด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ์ ์ง๋ฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ 11ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค ๊ณ ํ์์ ํ์ฐธ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋์์จ ํ์์ค์ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ฉํด์ก๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด ๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ชฝ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฑธ ๋์ํ ์์ค์ ๊ฒฐํผ๋ ์๋ฌต์ ์ผ๋ก ๋์ํ ๊ฒฉ์ด์๋ค. ํจ๊ป ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑด ๋น์ฐํ ์ผ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ ํ ๋ง๋ ๊ฐํ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊น ๋ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด๋ผ๊ณ ์ง์ํ์๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง ํ ์ผ์ด ๋จ์์ผ๋๊น ๋จผ์ ์๋ฌ ๊ฐ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๊ด์ฌํ ์ดํฌ๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋น์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. โํ์ง๋งโฆโฆ.โ ์์๋๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์ถ๊ถ์ ํด ์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐฐํ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค์ธ์.โ ๊ณ ํ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ง์ด ์๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์์์ ๋ถ๋ง์ ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. โ๊ท๊ตญํ ํ๋ก ์์ค ์จ์ ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ก์ด.โ ๊ฐ๊น๊ณ ๋ ๋จผ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์ ๋์ ํ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ก ๋์์จ ์์ค์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๊ฐ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ค ์์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด๋ดค์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์ ๋ด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ์์ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๊ณ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋๋ก๋ ์์ฌ์์ ๋ฐค์ ์ง์์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ , ๋๋ก๋ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ํ์์, ์์ค์ ์นจ๋์์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์คฌ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ์ ์์ค์ ๊ดํ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ฌ โ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅโ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ธ์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋๋์ด ์ข์ง ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. [๋ํ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์๋๋ฐ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๋ ์ด์ ๋ก ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.] ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์๋ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ด๋นํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ํ์ ๋ชซ์ด ๋์๋ค. โ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๊ณ ? ๋ฐ๋ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ์ ์ญ์์ฌ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ ๊ธ์ก์ ๊ธฐ์ค์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ? HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์๋ ์ ์ด๋ฏธ 600์ต ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ์ด, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ค๊ณ ?โ ๋ํ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ฌ์์น ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฑ์ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. [์ ๋ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ์์๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ ์ต ๋น์๋๊ป ์ฐ๋ฝ๋๋ ธ์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๊ณ โฆโฆ.] โโฆโฆ.โ ๋ํ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ณ์ ์ด์ด ๋๊ฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง ์์ฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ํฉ์ธ์๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ธ์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ํ๋ชฐ์์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ์์ ํ์ด๋ ์๋๊ถ ๋ํ์ ์ ํํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ ๋์ ์ท๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ด์์ง๋ง ์์ค๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ ํ ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง ์์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์จ ์ง์์์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋ ์ฉ๋์ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์ถ๊ฐ ์์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โ๋๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ์๊น?โ โ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ๋ก ๊ฐ ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๋ ค์ค ๊ณ ํฅ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์์ง๋ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ์ ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ ํํด. ์ด์ฑ ์์๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํด ๋ด์ผ ๊ฒ ์ด.โ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ์์ค์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ง์ด ๋์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ ์ ๋ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์ 12ํ D๊ตญ์ ๋ค์ฏ ์ค๋น ๋ค ์ ๋ฝํ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ํธํ๋ก์ด ์ค์ํธ๋ฃธ, ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ต์ํ ๋ฏ ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฌ์ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ์นจ๋ ์์๋ ์ธ๋ จ๋ ์ท๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ฌ ๋ฒ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ฝ ๋์ด ์ํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. B์์์๋ ๊ฟ๋ ๊พธ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋์ฐ์๋ค. โํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ถ๋ฝ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์์ ๋ค์ผ์๊ณ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ ์ง๊ฐ ์ค์ จ์ด, ์์ง๋ ๋ณ์์ ๋์๊ณ์ .โ ๋ค์์ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํฐ ํค์ ๋จ์๊ฐ ์นด๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์ ์์ฐ๋ผ๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ B์๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ์จ ์ค๋น ์ตํ๋ฏผ์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฒฝ์์ ์ด๋๊ณ ์๊ณ ํญ์ ์จํํจ์ ์ ์งํ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ์ ์ด ์๋ค. ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํธ์ฐฎ์ผ์๋ค๋ ์์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ปฅ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์ธ๋จน์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ๋ง์ด ์์คํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผโฆโฆ?โ โ์ฌ๊ฐํ ์ ๋๋ ์๋์ผ, ๋ ๋ค ๋ชธ์ด๋ ์ฑ๊ฒจ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๋ค ๊ผด์ ๋ด, ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์ผ? ์์ ์ ํ ์ฝ์ ์์์ด?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ์์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง์๊ฒ ํ์์ค์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋์๊ฐ ์ดํผ๊น์ง ํ๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ฉด ์์ํ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋จ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ํ์ฐ์ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ ์ ํ์ฅํ๊ธฐ ์ํด 4๋ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ค ํ๋์ธ ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์ ์์ ์์ํ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋ฉด, ๋ฒ์จ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐพ์ ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ค์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ฐ๋๋ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ค๋น ๋ ์ดํผํ์ง๋ ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋๊ณ , ์์ง ์ฌํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ดโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋น๋ค์ํผ ๋งํ๋ค. ์๊ฐ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ง ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. โ๋ ์ต์จ ์ง์ ๋ธ์ด์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์์์ ํ๋ฉด์๊น์ง ์ง์์ ํค์ฐ์ง ์์ ํ์ง๋ง, ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์์นํ์ค ๋๊น์ง๋ ๋ด ์์์ ์ค๋ฅธํ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋ํ ํด.โ ์ด ๋ง์ ์๋ฏธ๋ D๊ตญ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฏผ์ DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ด๋ ๊ธ๋ก๋ฒ๋น์ง๋์คํ๋ถ์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋๋ถํฐ ์ด ์ผ์ ์ผ๋์ ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ ์ ๊ฟ์ ์ด๋ฃจ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์์ด๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ ์์์ด๋ผ๋ ํ์๊น? โ์ค๋น ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋ง์ด ์์ํดํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ็ฎไป๏ผ็ปๅฉไธๅนด๏ผ้ปๆญ่ฟ้้ณๅ็ๆๆ้ฝๆฒก็ขฐๅฐ๏ผๆดๅซๆ่ฏไธไธๅฟๅๅฅณใ ็ดๅฐไธๅบ็ฉบ้พ๏ผๅฅนไฝไธบๅนธๅญ่ ๏ผๅดๅจๅป้ข้ๆ่งไบ้้ณๅ้ชๅซ็ๅฅณไบบๅไบงๆฃใ ๅฅนๆ็ฅ้๏ผๅฅนไปๆช่ตฐ่ฟ่ฟ่ฟไธช็ทไบบ็ๅฟๆฟใ ๅณๅฎๆพๆ็้ฃไธๅป๏ผๅฅนๆ่บซไธๅ็ซ็ถๆไบๅ จ็้ฆๅฏ็ๅคๅญๅฅณใ ๆข็ถ้ๅคชๅคชๅไธไบ๏ผ้ฃๅฐฑๅ้ๆฐ็ๆญปๅฏนๅคด๏ผ่ฎฉไปๅไน้ซๆไธไธ๏ผ <โฆB์๋ก ํฅํ๋ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฐฉ๋ฅ ์ค ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ก ์ธํด ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋ง์์๊ฐ 136๋ช ์ ๋์ด์ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์กด์๋ 3๋ช ์ ๋ถ๊ณผํ ์ํฉ์ ๋๋ค.> ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์ ๋ํ ์คํฌ๋ฆฐ์๋ ์ด๋ฒ ํญ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ค์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ธ ๋ช ๋ฟ์ธ ์์กด์ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ก ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ ์คํ์์ค ๋ณ์ ์์ ๋์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ํธ๋ํฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๊ป์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฃผ์ธ์.โ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง, ๋จํธ ํ์์ค์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์จ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ๊ฒ ํ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ๊ณ ๋น์, ํ์ฅ์๋ ์น๊ฐ๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๊ณตํฌ๋ก ์จ๋ ์ ๋๋ก ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผํ ์ง 3๋ ์ด๋ ๋์์ง๋ง ๋จํธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํ์๋ก ํ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ํ ์ผ ์ด ์๋ ค ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒจ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ํ์ฐธ์ด๋ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ค. ํ ๋จธ๋์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ฌ๋ณด์ธ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ฉ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ์ ํ ๊ฑด๋ํธ์์ ์น์ ํ๋ฉด์๋ ์ฐ๋กํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด, ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ช ์ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ. ์ด๋ ๋ค์น ๋ฐ๋ ์๊ณ ? ์์ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์์ง?] ๊ฐ์์์ ์์ค์ ์นํ ๋จธ๋๋ก ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค ์ค ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ด์ฌ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ๋โฆโฆ.โ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์์ด ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์น ์ฑ ๋ฏํ๋ค. [์ด๋ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ดค๋! ๋น์๋ก ๋ ์๋ด๋ก, ํด์ธ ์ถ์ฅ๊ฐ ๋จํธ ์ผ์ ๋ค ๋ด์ฃผ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ํฐ์ก๋๋ฐ๋ ์ฝ๋นผ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋ณด์ฌ? ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ด๋ผ! ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๋ง ๋๋!] ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. [์ง๊ธ ์ด๋ ๋ณ์์ ์์ด? ์ง์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ผ ํ ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ด!] ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ณ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ ๊ฐ์์์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ธ ์ฑ ๋ง์์ด ํ์ ๊ฝํ ์๋ ์ฃผ์ฌ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์์ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. โํ์๋ถ, ์ง๊ธ ๋ญํ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ๋ค๋ฆฌ ๋ถ์์ด ์ฌ๊ฐํ๋ ์์ ์ ์ทจํด์ผ ํด์.โ ๋ง์นจ ๋ณ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค. โ๋ชฉ๋ฐ ์ข ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ํด์ํด์ผ๊ฒ ์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋งํฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋จํธํ๋์ง ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ณ์๋ณด๋ค๋ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์์ ์์ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ค, ํ์ฐ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ์ฅ์ ๋น์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ ๋๋ฐ์ด ์ถ์ฅ์ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ์ ์ํ์ ์ ํ ๋ฐฐ์น์ ๊ทผ๋ฌด์ธ์์ ํ์ ์ง๊ธฐ ์ํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ํํด ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ผ์ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ฆ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋์ด์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ด ๋จ์, ๋๋์ฒด ์ง๊ธ ์ด๋์ ๋ญ ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ, ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ํด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ์คํ์์ค์ ๋์ ๋ชฉ๋ฐ์ ์ง๊ณ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฉ์ฒ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณ์ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒฝ ๋๋จธ๋ก ์ต์ํ ์ฐจ๋๋ฒํธํ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ธ ์น์ฉ์ฐจ ๋ช ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ์์ธํ ๋ณด๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ์์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๋จผ์ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ํธ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋นผ๊ณกํ ๋๋ฌ์ธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ํ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ชน์ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ฏ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ฝํธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฑ ํฉ๊ธํ ๋ณ์ ๋ณธ๊ด ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ง์ฐฐ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ์ํ 3๋ ๋์ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค์ ํ ๋จํธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๊ณ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ฒญ๋ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ปธ๋์ง ํธํก์ด ๊ณค๋ํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณต๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆด๋ฝ ๋ง๋ฝ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ณ์ ์๋๊ฐ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ. ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ด์ค์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ๊ณ์ ํ์์ค์ด์ผ. ์ค์ ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค์ด๋ฐ? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ๊ธฐํด. ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ์ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์๋ ๋ด.โ โ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ? ํ์คํด?โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ํ์คํ์ง. ์ง๋ฃ ์ฐจํธ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑธ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ํ์๊ฐ 12์ฃผ๋ ๋๋๋ฐ? ํ์ ์ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ์์ ํ์ง ์ค๋ ์ถํ์ด ์์๋. ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์๊ณ ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ๋๋ฐ?โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ผ๋ก ๋ ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ค. โ12์ฃผ๋ผ๋ฉดโฆโฆ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ ?โ ์ 2ํ ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ , 1์ฃผ์ผ ์ ๋ ์ถ์ฅ ์ผ์ ์ด ์กํ ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์ฅ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. โ๊ทธ ๋ ์๊ธด ์์ด์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์จ๊ฒจ์ง ์๋ด๋ก ์ค๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋น๋ฐ๊ณ์ฝ์ ๋งบ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๊ป ๋จํธ์ ์ค์บ๋ค์ ๋ํด์๋ ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐธ ๊ฐ๋ณํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์โฆโฆ ์ ์ฌ์๋ ์ ์์ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ ๋ด. ๋ณด์ํ๋ ๊ณง ๊ณต์๋ฐํ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ?โ โ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ. ๋๋ ์๊น ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ด. ๋ค ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?โ ์นดํธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํธ๋ํฐ ์ ์ฌ์ง์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์, ๋ง์! ์ด ์ฌ์์ผ! ST๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋์งธ ๋ธ! ํ์์ค์ด๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์? ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ๊ฐ์!โ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํธ๋ค๊ฐ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. โST ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด๋ผโฆโฆ.โ ํด์ ์์์ ๋ง์น ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ฌ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์์ด ์ข์ฒ๋ผ ์ง์ ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์๋ ํธ๋ํฐ ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ๋น์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋น์ท๋ค. ์ ์์ด ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ง๋ง ํ์์ค๊ณผ ST ๊ทธ๋ฃน๊ณผ์ ์ฐ๊ด์ฑ์ ์ ํ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โB์์ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ ๋ช ๋ฌธ๊ฐ ์ง์์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฎ์ด๋ค๋ ์ด์ํด.โ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ค์ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ์๋์ด ๋์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ์งํก์ด์ ๋ชธ์ ์์งํ ์ฑ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ตฌ๋! ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ณต์ด ๋ง์์ ๊ทธ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ค์๋ ๋ฌด์ฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์จ์ด ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ปํ์ง ๋ญ๋.โ โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ด ์ปธ์ง๋ง ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ฌ์ค ์ ์ข ํผ๊ณคํด์.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋. ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ์ด๋ผ. ์์ค์ดํํ ์ฐ๋ฝํด ๋จ์ผ๋๊น ๊ณง ์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌํ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ก๋ค. ๊ฐ์์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ดด๋ก์ด ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์ค ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์๊ฒ ์ง์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๊ฐ์๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ฐธ๊ณ ๊ฒฌ๋์จ ๋ ์ด ํ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐ์ค์์ง๋ค๋โฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ์์ค์ ๋ค์๋ ๋ฐค ๋ฆ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ด ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ค. โ์์ง ์ ์ค์ด? ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ์ ์ ๊บผ ๋์ด?โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ถ์ ์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ด ๋ถํธํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ ์ข ์ผ ์นจ๋์ ๋์๋ง ์์๋ค. ์ง์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋จน์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ์ํ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ์ด๋์ ์์์ด์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์์ ์ฑ ์์ฒํด์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๋์์์ ํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ์ฌํท์ ๋ฒ์ ๊ทธ์ ํํํ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฉ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ์นจ๋ ํค๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์์ ์ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. โT์์ ์๋ ์ง์ฌ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ์ถ์ฅ ๋ค๋ ์์ด.โ ์์ค์ ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ ํ, ๊ท์ฐฎ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ๋ฅํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์์ค ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค ์์ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ฌ์ญค๋ดค๋๋ฐ T์๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐํ ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ด์ญ์ด ์๋๊ตฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋งํฌ์ ์์ฌ์ด ์๋ฉ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. โ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์์ค์ด ์์ค ์ ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ตณ์ด ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ํญ๋ฐํ๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ฏค์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โํ, ๊ณง ๋ถ ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ์ 3ํ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ด์ โ๋น์ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ์, ๋์ฒด ์ธ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ 3๋ ์ ํผ์ธ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ํ ๋๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ง๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฑ๋ค. ์ด์ฐ๋ ์ผ์์๋์ง ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋ถ๋ฉด ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ด ๋ท์กฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ์ ์์์ด ๋ณํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ฐํ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์ฌ์? ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์ํ๋ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ด ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋น์ ๋ค ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ดค์ด์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก, ํ ๊ธ์ ํ ๊ธ์ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ๋ฑ์๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฐข๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ๋ชป๋ง๋ ํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ญ๋ ฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฉด์๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ๋ง ํ ๋ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง๋ค์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ค์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ถ๋ถ๋ก ์ด์๋ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ผ ๋ง๋ค ํธ์ง์ก๋ ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ์์ ์ ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์์ฒ๋ผ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋์ด์๊ฒ ์ ์ฑ์ ๋คํ๋ค. ์ง์์๋ ์ฃผ๋ถ๋ก ๋ ํ์ฌ์์๋ ํ์ ์ ์ธ ๋น์ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋งก์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ป์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์๋ค, ๋ธ ์ ๋ณ๋ ์ข์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํ๋ค. 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋งํผ ํ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์งํจ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ ์ด๋ ํ๊ฐ? 3๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ํ๋๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ํ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฐ๊ณ ์์์ง๋ง ์นจ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ผ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ค ๋ฌด์จ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋์ง ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๋ชป ๋ณ์ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ฒฐํผํ ์์ฌ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ฐ์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฑธ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ฌ์ผ ํ์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟํ๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ท๊น์ ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๊ตต์ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์กํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ํ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋นคํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋ด ์ธ์ปจ๋๊ฐ ์๋์ผ. 20๋ ๋๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์ผ.โ โ์ด๋ฆด ์ ๋ถํฐ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ 5๋ ์ ์ ์ถ๊ตญํ ์ดํ๋ก ์๋ก ํ๋ฒ๋ ์ฐ๋ฝํ ์ ์์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋คํต์๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ด์ฉ์ง ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์๋ด๋ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ํ์ ์ด 1๋ ์๋๋ผ๋โฆโฆ.โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ ๋ ์ฌ๋, ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์์?โ ํ์์ค์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฉด์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ๊ณณ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์๋์ง ๋ฒ์จ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ.โ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์๋ ์์์ ์ํ๋ ํ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ง์๊ณ ํ๊ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๋ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ B์์ ๋ฏธํผ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ค์์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณจ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ํค๊ณ , ์๋ค ๋ธ์ ๋ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์์์ ์ ์ง๋ฅผ ๋จ๋จํ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์์ ์ ์๋ช ์ ๊ตฌํด ์ค ํ์ฐ์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ถ์ฒํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ญํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๊ณ ๋น๋ฐ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋น์์ ์์ ์ด ์ด์ํ๋ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์ต๋ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋๋ ๋น์๋ก ์ผํด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ ์ ๋์ง ๋ง๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์๊ธด์, ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ฃ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ด์์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ์ง๋ง ๋๋์๋ ๋น์ด ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฏธ์๋ง์ ์์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ง์น ๋ฌด๋ค์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์จ ์ฒ๋ ๊ท์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ณด์์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋๊ฐ ๋ณํ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ด์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์กํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ฝค ํฐ ์นจ์ค์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ต๋ตํด์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์จ๋๋ ์ ์ ๋์์ ธ ์ด๋๋ง ์จ๋๊ณ๊ฐ 30๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋์ด ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ค์ ์จ์ด ๊ฐ๋น ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ธ ๊น์ ์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํ์ง ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฏํ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์์ง๋ง ๋๋ฌด ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ง๊ธ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์ 4ํ ๋ ์ด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋์์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ ์ธ ๋จ์ถ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ์ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ถ์๋ค. ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๊ฐ์ถฐ์จ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๊ฐ๋ง ํ์ธ์ง ๊ท๋ฐ๊น์ง ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ด ์ง์ ์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ด ๋์๋์ง ์์๋๊ณ ์? ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์. ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๋น์ ์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ง๊ธ ๋๋ ๋ด ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ์.โ โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ง์?!โ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ์์ค์ ํํํ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ด ์ธ๋ฃฉ๋ถ๋ฃฉ ์์ง์๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์ต์์ ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ฟ๋ ธ์ด์. ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ณง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํด ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ๋๋ดํ๊ณ ๊ณผ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ค. ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ฌ์ค ์ ์๋ ์์ผํ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋๋ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ณธ๋ฅ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ํธํก๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ด์ก๋ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋์ด๋ฉฐ, ์์ค์ ํ ๋์ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ฐ๊น์ค๋ก ๋์ฐพ์ ์ผ๋ง์ ์ด์ฑ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์๋ ์์ ๊ฝ ์์ผ ์ก์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ, ๋ ์ ๋ง ์ญ๊ฒจ์.โ ์์ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋์ด์ค๋ฅด๋ ์๋ง์ด ์์๊ฐ์ ํญ์ญ ๊ฐ๋ผ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ณ ์๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง์ธ ๋ฏ ํ ๋ง๋ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๋๋ฅผ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง๋์?โ โ๊ทธ๋!โ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ง์ค์ด์ง ์๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ๋ง๋๋ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ฒ๊ธด ์ท์ ์ง์ด ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จ์ถ๋ ์ ๊ทธ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ด โ์พ โํ๊ณ ๋ซํ๋ฉด์ ์ฃผ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋๊ฐ์ ๊ธด์ฅ์ด ํ๋ ค ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๋์๋ ์๋ง์ด ์ฐจ์ฌ๋๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋์๋ฉฐ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ด ์ ๋๋ก ํ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ ๋ง์๋ ์์ด์ง๊ฒ ์งโฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ๋ค์๋ ์์นจ, ํ์ฐ์ ์์ง ์ฑ์น ์์ ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ์๋์ธต์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ด๋ฆผ์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๊ฐ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ค๋นํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์๋ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋๋ผ ์ง์ ๋น์ด ์ํ์๋ค. โ์ด๋จธ, ์์ธ๋! ์ฃฝ๋ค ์ด์๋ ์ง ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง๋ ์์๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ์ง ๋๊ณ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ํน์ ์ฌํ ๊ฐ์?โ ํ์์ค์ ์น๋์ ํ์์์ด ๋น์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฌ B๋ํ๊ต 2ํ๋ ์ ์ฌํ์ค์ด๋ค. ์์์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ ํ ์ต์ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋ถํธํ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์ข ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ฌ์ฃผ๊ฐ ์ข์ ํธ์ด๋ผ ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณง์ ์์งํด์ฃผ์๋ค. ์คํ์ผ์ด ์ข์์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค๋ก๋ถํฐ ๋ถ๋ฌ์์ ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์ ํ ๋๊พธ๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. ๋ง์นจ ๊ท๋ถ์ธ์ฒ๋ผ ์น์ฅํ ํ์จ ์ง์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํํ๊ท ํ์ฅ์ ๋๋ฒ์งธ ์๋ด์ด์ ์์ค์ ์น์ด๋จธ๋์๋ค. ์ด์์ ๋ ์ฒ์๋ถํฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ท์ฐจ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ ํจ๋ถ๋ก ๋งํ๊ธฐ ์ผ์ค์๋ค. โ์์นจ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ถํฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ฉฐ ๋ญํ๋ ์ง์ด์ผ? ๋น์ฅ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ์ฒญ์์ค์ธ ์ด๋ชจ๋์ด๋ ๋์๋ผ. ๊ณง ์๋ก ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ค์ด์์ ์ง๋ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๊บผํ์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. ์์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์์์ด ๊ถ๊ธ์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์๋ก? ๋๊ฐ์?โ โ๋๊ฐ ์ข์ ์ฃฝ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋?โ โ๋ค? ํ๊ฒฝ์ธ๋ ๊ท๊ตญํ์ด์?โ โ๋์์ค๊ธฐ๋ง ํ ๊ฒ ์๋๊ณ , ๋ค ์ค๋น ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ก์์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง ํฐ๊ฐ ์ข์์ ์ ๊น ์๊ธฐ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ฉด์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฒ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด์ผ ๋ง๋ก ์์ ์ด ์๊ฐํด์จ ์ด์์ ์ธ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฟ๊ฐ์ด์๋ค. ์ ์ด์ ๊ทธ ์ผ์ด ์๋์์ผ๋ฉด ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ๋ฌด์ํ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ญํ๊ณ ์๋? ์ฒญ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ?โ ์์ ๊ฐ์์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋น์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ถ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์์ ์ ๋ฉธ์ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ป๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด๋๋ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ ์ง๋ง ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ง ์๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋๋ถํฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ถ๋ถ์ฌ์ด๊ฐ ์๋์์. ์์์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฐฉ ์ฒญ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋๋ ์ผ์ ์ด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์ํค์ธ์.โ ์ 5ํ ์ดํผํฉ์์ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๊ณผ๋ ์์ ํ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ฌํ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๋ฐํ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ํ๋์ผ!? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ ๋ง ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํด๋ด!โ ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ํํ ์ง์์ผ์ ์ํค์ธ์. ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ต๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ์ ์ ์ ๋ก ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ์์ด ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฒ์ปฅ ํ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. โ๋!โ โ์๋ง, ์๋ง!โ ์์์ด ํฅ๋ถํ ์๋ง์ ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ถ์ด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ธ๋ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ง์ฃ ? ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค์ ์ค๋น ๊ฐโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ถ๋ ์ง์ ๋ถ์ฑ์ง์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ์ผ์ ๊บผ๋ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ ค๋ ์๋๊ฐ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ธ์ ์๋๋ฅผ ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์์ฑ๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๋ถํด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํน์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋จน๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋จํธ ํ๋ ๋ถ์ก์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ์ฃผ์ ์ ๋ณ ์ต์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ค. ๊ฐํ ์์ด๋จธ๋ ํ์ ํด?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฆฟ๋๋ฆฟ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋์ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ ์ ๊ตฌ์์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ถ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋นจ๋ผ์ง๋ฉด์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ชผ๊ฐ์ง ๋ฏ ์ํ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ์์ ํผ๋ถ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ ๊พน ๋๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ์์ด๊ฐ ์์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ จ์ฃ ? ์ ์์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ์๊ฒ ๋น๋จ๊ธฐ๊ณผ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์์ ์ด ์๋๋ ์์ธ์ด ๊ณผ์ฐ ๋๊ตฌ ์ชฝ์ ์๋์ง ์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ โ๋, ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐํ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ์์ ๋ ๋ค ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊น์ง ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ! ๋ ๋๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ค์ดํ๊ณ ๊ผญ ์ดํผ์ํค๊ณ ๋ง ํ ๋ ๋๊ณ ๋ด!โ ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฐํด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๋คํผ์ ํผํ๋ค. ์ ๋งํด์ ์๊ธฐ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ด์ธ์ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ์๋งํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ด์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง๋ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ๋ฑ์ด ์๊ธธ๊น ๋ด ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ง๋์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๋๊ฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ง๋ ๋ด๋ฑ๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ธธ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ๋ง๋ ์๊ด์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ด ๋๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ ํ์์์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ2์ธต ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง์ ๋ ๋ ๋งํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด ์์ด์ก๋์ง ์ ์ดํด๋ด. ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฝค๋ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ณด์ด๋๋ฐ ํน์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ๊ฐ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด์์!โ ์ ์ ํ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋์ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ํ์์์ ์์ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ ค ์์๋ค. โ์๋ง, ์์ด์ง ๊ฑด ์์ด์. ๋์ ์นจ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์์ด์!โ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๋นผ์์ ์ดํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋๋น์ด ํ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. [์ดํผํฉ์์] ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ณง์ฅ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค ์์๋๋ค. ํํ ๋ฐ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ์์ ๋์ค๋ ๋จ์ด๋ค ์ค โ์ดํผํฉ์์โ, โ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ โ ๋ฑ์ ๋ค์ ์์ค์ ์์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์น๊ณ ์ฆ์ ํ์์ค์ ๋์ฐ๋ค. "์๋ง, ์๋ง! ์ผ๋จ ์ง์ ์ข์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. [๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ ์ง์ ํ๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ์ด? ๋ด ๊ทํ ์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ฐ์ ๋ง๋ค์ ์จ ๋จ๋๋ฐ? ๋ง์นจ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ์ด ํ์ด๋ฐ์ ์ง ๋๊ฐ์ค ๊ฑด ์ฐธ ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง. ์๋, ์ง๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐํ ๋จผ์ ์ดํผ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด? ๋ชฝ๋ฅ์ด ์ฐ์ง๋ก ์ซ์๋ด๋ ์์์ฐฎ์ ๋ โฆโฆ] ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ด๋์ด ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํตํ์ข ๋ฃ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ ๋ค. ์ฌํ๊ป ์์ข ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์น ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ง์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ํ์์๋ ๋ฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ฒ ๋ชฉ๋ก์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฒํธ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ 3๋ ๋ง์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ํตํ์ฐ๊ฒฐ์์ด ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๊ฐ, ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ฌ์ฅ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฐฉํ๋๋ฐ, ์ตํ์ฐ ๋น์์ ์ฌ์ง์์ ๋๋ค.โ ๊ตฌ์ค์ฅ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ ์จ์ด ๋งํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์งํํ๋ ์ฌ์ ๋ค์ด ์ ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ค ์ ์ผ ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ด ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ธ๋ฐ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์์ง ํ์์์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฌด ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ํ์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒโฆโฆ ํ์ค ๊ฑด์งโฆโฆ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฏ๋น์ด ๋์ฑ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์์ ์ฌ์์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ด ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด ์ฃผ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.] ํ, ์ตํ์ฐ. ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์ ํ ์น๋๋ค ์ด๊ฑฐ์ง? ์ 6ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๋ค ๊ณตํญ ๋ก๋น์ ์ ์๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ํด์ง ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์จ์ด ํธ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ ๋ค. ์ค๊ฐ๋ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฒผ๋ค. โB์๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์ข ์ฑ์ญ์์ญํ๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์, ๋ ์ด์ ํ๋ ์ผ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ์ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฌ๋ํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์ฃผ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ๊ณตํญ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ฒดํฌ์ธ์ ํ๊ณ , ์ด๋ฏธ D๊ตญํ ํฐ์ผ์ ์๋งคํ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ๋ ๋ ์ ๋ถ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ B์์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋ ๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ง ์๋์๋ค๋ฉด ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ค์ ๋ง๋๊ณ ์ถ์ดํ์ จ์ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ์ด ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ฅผ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์น์ธํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์ค์ ๊ฐ์ฌํดํ๊ธฐ๋์ปค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ํผ์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. ์ด์ ํ์ฐ ์ฐจ๋ก์๋ค. โ์๋ ํ์ญ๋๊น, ์๋. ์ด ํฐ์ผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ ๊ฒจ ์์ด ๋น๋ถ๊ฐ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.โ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค ์นด์ดํฐ ์ง์์ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ฒจ์๋ค๊ณ ์?โ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ, ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํ์ธํด ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ โํ์ฌ ๊ณ์ข๋ก ์๋งคํ์ จ๋์? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ถํ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธ๋๋๋ฐ, ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น?โ โโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌธ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋น์์๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ์์ ๋ง๋ค์ด์ค ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ณ์ข๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์โฆโฆ. ์ผ๋ง์ ํ์ฌ ์ธ์ฌ๋ถ์์ ์ด๋ค ๊ฒ์ ๋ฑ๋กํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ํ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ๊ธด์ฅํด ์์ด ๋๋ ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ฒ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ง ์์ ์ด ๋์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฃจ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ด ์ฒด๊ณ์ ์ด์ง ๋ชปํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ฃ์กํด์, ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํํด์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณผ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ธ์ฌํ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์์ง๋ง ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊ณ , ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๋ ๋ฉ์์ง๋ง ๋ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ด ์ํ์์ก๋ค. โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ด ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒํธ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ์ผ๊ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ณ ์์์๊น!โ โHT๊ทธ๋ฃน, HT๊ทธ๋ฃน!โ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆผ๋์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋น๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋๋ฐฉ์ธ ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ณง ์ฐ๋ ์์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๋์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋์ ๊ฑด๋จ ๋ค ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ณธ๊ด์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๋คํํ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํด์ฌ ์์์ ์์ง ํผ์ง์ง ์์๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ํํธ๋ฌ์ง ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ธ์ฌํ์ด ์๋ 12์ธต์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค๋ ๋น ์จ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ จ๋ ๋ด์.โ ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์์ง์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ค๋ผ๋น์ด์, ์๋ถ์ ๋ฅํ ์ ์ด์จ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ํด์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง๋ํ๋ ๋ฐ์ ์ต์ํ๋ค. โ๋ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด๋์์ด์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ํํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์๊ธฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ ๋ถํฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์? ๊ทธ๋ผ ์๋ชป ์ฐพ์์ค์ จ๋ค์. 2๋ถ ์ ์ ๋ํ ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ์ จ๋๋ฐ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒ ์ด์.โ โโฆโฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์์ํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์๊ฒฉํ๊ณ ์ ์ํ๊ฒ ์์ง์ด๊ณ ํ๋ฒ ํ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๊พธ์ง ์๋ B์์์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ํํ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฝ๊ฒ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ! ํ์ฐ์ด ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋์์์ ์์ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ์ ์ด์จ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ ์ธ์ง, ์ ์๊ฐ ์๋์ง๋ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. โํด๊ณ ๋ ์๋ ์์ด์, ์ ์๊ฐํด์. ์ง๊ธ ์์ธต์์๋ ๊ฝค ์ค์ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๊ณ , ํ ๋ํ๋๊ป๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝํผ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์.โ ์ 7ํ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฝํผ์? ์ตํ์ฐ๊ณผ ํ์์ค์ ๋น๋ฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ค์ ๋น์๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ๋ง ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ดํผํ์์์ ์ํฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ํ๋ คํ๊ฒ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ค. ๋์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ค๋ ์นจ๋์์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์์ค๊ณผ ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ๊ณ ๋ง์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ด์จ์ ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋์ด ๋ํ๋์ ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ฐ๋ณด๊ฐ ์๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ์ ์ ์๋๋ฐ, ํด๊ณ ๋์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ด์ํ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ปดํจํฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์, ๋ ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธฐ๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ๋ํ์ค์ด ์๋ ์ธต์ ๋์ฐฉํ ํ์ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ์๋ง์ ๊ตฌ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค์ จ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๋น์๋ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๋ํ๋๊ป ๋๋ ธ์ด์. ์์ง ํ์ ์ค์ด์ ๋ฐ, ์์ง ์ธ ๋ฒ์งธ ํ์์์. ๊ธํ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฐ ๋ง์๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ โ์๋จ, ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์ ์์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌด๋ค๋คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ โ๋ค, ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ์ปคํผ ํ ์ ๊ฐ๋ค ๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ ๋ํ๋ ์์ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ผ์ ๋ด๋นํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ๋ฉด ๋น์ฅ ์ ๋นํ ์ง์์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก๋ค. โK๊ตญ์ ํธ๋๋๋ฆฝ ์ปคํผ์์, ๋ฐฐ์ด์ง ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋์ง๋ง์.โ โ์ ์ ๋ง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ์์ค๊ณผ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ํค์ด์ง๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ๋ด์ด์ฃผ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ๋ํ๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ์ค ์์ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค ํ์์ค ์ชฝ์ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๋ฌธํ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๋ณด์ธ ํ์์ค ๋ด๋ถ์๋ ์ฌ๋ฌ ์ฌ๋์ด ํ ์ด๋ธ์ ์ค์ฌ์ผ๋ก ์์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต๊ณผ ์ ์ฅ๋ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ ๋๋ก ๋์ ๊ทธ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ชฝ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ์์ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์์ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด์ ๋น์ ํ ๋ป ์ ์ ์ท์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ถํฌ๋ช ํ ์ ๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง ์ด๋ ดํ์ด ํน์ ํ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ค๋ฃจ์ฃ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ณ์์์ ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ ๋ํ ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ณด๊ดํ ํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ธ์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฉฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋ ค๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ง ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฆ๊ฒ ์ค์ จ์ด์!โ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ค๋ช ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ํ ํด์ง๋ก ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ง๋ ๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ํฐ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ์ด์ด ๋น ์ก๋ค๊ณ ํ๊ธธ๋ ๋ค์ด์ดํธ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๋ค์ ์๊ฐํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ๊ฒฐํผ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์คํธ๋ ์ค ๋ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์์ด.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ํ ์ ํ์ด์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ์ฐ์ํ ์ํ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์๊ณ ํฌ๋ช ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ด์ง ๋ถ๋ฃฉํ ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์จ๋ชธ์์ ๊ณ ๊ทํจ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ํจ์ด ๋ฌผ์ฌ ํ๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฑ๊ฐ์ด ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ ๋ฌผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ , ์ท๋งค๋ฌด์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋์์์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค ํ๋ค. โ์ ์๋ง์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ต ๋น์๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋๋ฐ, ์์ค ์จ ๋น์ ๋ง์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊ตณ์ด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ ํ์๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ ์ปคํผ ํ ์๋ง ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์? ํํธ ์จ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์ ์์์์์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ ?โ ์ 8ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋์ผ๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ์๋ฌด๊ฐ ์์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ช ๋ น์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถํธํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์์ง ํ์์ค์๊ฒ ์์ผ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ์ก๋คํ ์ผ์ ๋งก๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. ๋๋ถ์ด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ์์ฐ์ค๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ ์๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ ๋ค ๋์ํ๋ค. โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ถํํ ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์์ ํ ๋ชจ์ฑ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ธ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ์ ํ๊ฒจ ๋์ค๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๊ณผ ํ๋ คํจ์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ๋์กฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ถ์ ํ ์ง์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๋ค ๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ํ์ง ๋ํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ช ๋ ์ด ํ๋ฅธ ์ง๊ธ, ํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ผํ ์ ์ธ์๋ค. ์์ฒญ๋ ๊ฒฉ์ฐจ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ฐ๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฐ ํ ์ ๋ํผ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ๊ณ ํ์ฅ์ค์์ ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋น์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์คํ 3 ํฐ์คํผ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ์ ์๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ ธ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋ค. ํ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ํ์์ค์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ๋ฒ์จ ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ค์ด์ค์ธ์.โ ์์์ ๋ค๋ ค์จ ๊ฒ์ ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋ ์จํํ๊ณ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ปํ๋ค. ๊ธด ๊ณ ๋ฏผ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ปด์๊ณ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ์ด๋์ ๋ ์์์ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๊ณ ํต์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋นํฉํ ๋ฏํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋๊ณ ๋๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ผ์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ด ๋ณต์กํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๊ณ ๊ฝค ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์์ ์์ ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๋๊ณผ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ ธ ๋์ค๋ ๋๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋จ์จ์ ์์ ์ ์ผ์ผ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ์ง ์๋ฉด์ ๋ํํ ๊ตณ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ์ผ!โ โ์ต ๋น์๋?โ ์ฐ์ฟ ์ปค๋ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋๋์ด๊ณ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋์ ํ ๋๋ง์น๋ฏ ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ง ๋จ ๋ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ค์์ผ ์๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชจ์ต๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ด ํ๋ ค ์ฃผ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒํ ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ๊ณผ ์์ค, ๋๋ง์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฉํดํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฉ๊ฑด ์์ผ์ธ์?โ โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋, ๋๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์.โ 200์ ๊ณฑ๋ฏธํฐ์ ๋ฌํ๋ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ์ฑ ์ ์์๋ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋๋ฏธ์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฌ ์๊ณ , ํฐ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์๋ฆ ๋ผ์น๋ ํ์ ์ ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์? ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด์?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํธ๊ธฐ์ฌ์ด ๋ฐ๋ํ๋์ง ์์ค์ ๋ ๊ฝ ๊ปด์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ ๋น์ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ์จ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ์, ๋ณ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ.โ ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ํ์ ์ก์๋น๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ์์์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ฐฉ์์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๊นจ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ํผ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ๋จ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ชปํ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ๋ ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐํนํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ค์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฝ๊ฒ ๋๋ ค์ค ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ ํ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ๋์ง์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํด ์ด ์ผ์ ํด๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. โ์ ์ด๋ฏธ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ํด์งํ๋๋ฐ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ ๊ฐ์ จ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด์? ๋ํ๋์ด ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง ์์ฌ์ค๋ฝ์ต๋๋ค. HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ์ผ ์ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์น์์์. ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋น์์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋น์ดํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ง ์์ผ์ จ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ ์ 9ํ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ณด๋ ์์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ค ๋ํ์ค์ ์ด์ผ์์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ํ๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ธ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ, ์์ค ์จ?โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์จ ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด๊ฒ ์ด?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์ฌ์ ๋ง๋๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ผ ์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์ณค์ด. ์ ๋ฐ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ํ์ง๋, ํ์ํ์ง๋ ์์.โ โํด์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ํด์ผ์ง. ์ ์ฌํ ๋ ์ง๊ธํ ์ ๋ํผ์ ์ ๊ณ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธ๋๋๊น.โ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด์ฉํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ผ๋ก ๋ถ๋ฌ๋ค์ธ ์์ค์ ์๋๋ฅผ ์์์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๊ฑฐ๋. ์์ค์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํญ๋ณตํ๋๋ก ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ฐ์ด ํญ๋ณตํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ ํ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ, ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๋จ์ ์๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์์กด์ฌ๊น์ง ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง๋ฐํ๋ค. โ์, ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ์ต ๋น์๊ฐ ์๋ชปํ๋ค.โ โ์๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ค ์์์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์์ค์ ํ์ ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ์น๋ฏ์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฒ์์ ์ ๋ํผ ์์ผ์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. โ๋ฒ์๊ฒ์.โ ๊ฐ๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ํ์คํ ๋ค ๊ธ์. โ์์ค ์จ ๋ง์ด ๋ง์. ๋๋ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ํ์คํ๊ฒ ๋๋ด์ผ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ํ๋์ ๋ํ์ค์ ์ฝ์๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ์ํด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ธ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ง ์๋ํ ๋๋น์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๊ทผ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด์ ๊ณผ ํ์ฐํ ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ด ๋๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ์กฑ์์์ ์์ ํ ๋ฒ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ง๋ก๋ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ค์ด ๊ฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ์์ ํ ํต์ ๋ ฅ์ ์์๋ค. ์๋๋ฉด 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ง๋ก ์ดํดํ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฑด ์๋๊น? ๋ํ์ค์ ์๋ฌธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํผ์ง์ ๋ง์ ์ง์๋ค์ด ๋ฌธ ์์์ ๊ธฐ์๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์๋ฌด๋ ํญ์ ์จํํ๊ณ ์น์ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋ฉด์ด ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ๋์๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง ๋ฒ์ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋์ด์, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค ์ง์ง ์์๋ค์โฆโฆ.โ โ์๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ๋ํผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํํผ์งํ๋ฐ ๋๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ์ข์์ง ์์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์ ๋ผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ก ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. โ์์ฃผ ํ๊ฐํ์ง? ์ผ ์ ํด? ์ ๋ถ ์๊ธ์์ ๊น์ผ ์ค ์์!โ ๋ชจ์ฌ ์๋ ์ง์๋ค์ ์๋ก์ ๋์น๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ค ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๋ํ๋ ์ด์ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ํ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋ค์ฌ๋ค๋ณด์๊ณ ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์์์์ ์ถฉ๋ํ๋ค. โ๋ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ํด์ฌํ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ผ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ต๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์ ๋ด, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๋ํ์ค ์์์ ๋์ ํ๋๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฐฌ ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ถ์๋ฅผ ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ํ๋, ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ์ฃผ์ค๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฉฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ๊น ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์ํ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก์ ํ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ด๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ง๋ ๋ฌ ์๊ธ์ ์ ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์ด๋ ์์ค๊ณผ์ ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ์์ ํ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๋ป์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์๋ ์๋ํด์ก๊ณ , ํ๊ณ ํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ ๊ณณ์์๋ถํฐ ํ๋ชฐ์์น๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ 10ํ ์ค๋น ์ ๋ง์ค โ์์ค ์จ?โ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ๊ด๊ณ์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ ๊ทธ์ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ณด๋ด! ์ค๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค๋ ์ค ์๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด, ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋ชป ๋ง๋ฌ์์, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ์์ค ์จ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋.โ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์์ค์ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฏผ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ์ฑ ์ ๋๋ผ๊ณ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏผ์จ ์ ํ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ง์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด ์๊ด์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ต๋ตํ๊ณ ๋ณต์กํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ด.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํฑ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํจ ์ชฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ธ๋ฌ์ง ์ฑ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฒ๋ฆผ๋ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ธํ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฃผ์๋ค์ ๋ค ๋ค๋ ๋์๋ณด์ง ์๊ณ ๋์์์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ค์๋ ๋ ์นด๋กญ๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ์์ ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ค๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ์ง์๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ผ์ ํ ์ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์๊ณ ๋์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๊น๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๋ค๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ค์ ๊ผฌ์ ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ๋ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์์ง๋ง, ๋ด์ฐ๋ ๋ก ์น๋ถ๋๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์์ธ์ด ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ์ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ ์ฐ๋ฉฐ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ ๋ ๋ค์์ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ฐ์ ๋น ์์. ์ถ์ฐ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฒ์ท ๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ ์ฐ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์ฌ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์๋ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์๋ค. โ๋งค์ ํ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฌ๋์ด ์๊ธด ํ๊ตฌ๋.โ ๊ฒ์ท์ ๋ฒ์ผ๋ ค๋ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ธํจ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ์ผฐ๋ค. โ์๋์์, ๊ณ ๋ง์์ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋. ์ด์ ๋ง๋ ์ผ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ธํ ํ์ ์ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ์ ์ ์์ง์์ง๋ง ํ๋์ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ๋ จ์์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ๋น ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์๋ค. ์ด๋ด ๋๋ ํญํ์ฐ๋ง์ด ๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ด๋ ์ ์๋ ์ ์ผํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ์์ ์์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์์์ง๋ ๋น์ค๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ช ๋ ๋์ ์ด์๋ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์๋ง์ ์ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ๋จน๋ ํ์ ๋คํด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น โฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋์๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ง๋ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ค ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. 8์๊ฐ ํ, ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ B์ ๊ณตํญ์ ์ฐฉ๋ฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ํค๊ฐ ํฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์์ ํ์ ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋ค์ ์๋ ๊ฒฝํธ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ ๋ค. โฆโฆ ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค, ๊ฒ์์ ๋ฒคํ๋ฆฌ ํ ๋๊ฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ํ์จ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ฐ๋ค. ๋ท์ข์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ๋ฌด์ฑํ ๊ด๋ชฉ ์๋ ๊ณ ์ธต ์ ํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ํ์ ๋ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์๋ ์นจ์ค๋ ์ด๋ก๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์ง์ง ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ํ ์์ค์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ๋๊ผ๊ณ , ์์ฌ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํ ๋ง ๋๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์ ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ๋๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์. ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์๋๋ฅด์ง ์์๋ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ๋ง. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ํผ์ ์์ ์ด๋ผ ์ฌ์ดํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์ผโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ก์ ์์ ์ ์๋งค ๋์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๊ตฌ๊ฒจ์ก๋ค.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฌด์์์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ ์์ค์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๊ณ , ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ํ์ผ๋ฉด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ์ ์ง๋ฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ 11ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค ๊ณ ํ์์ ํ์ฐธ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋์์จ ํ์์ค์ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ฉํด์ก๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด ๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ชฝ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฑธ ๋์ํ ์์ค์ ๊ฒฐํผ๋ ์๋ฌต์ ์ผ๋ก ๋์ํ ๊ฒฉ์ด์๋ค. ํจ๊ป ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑด ๋น์ฐํ ์ผ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ ํ ๋ง๋ ๊ฐํ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊น ๋ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด๋ผ๊ณ ์ง์ํ์๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง ํ ์ผ์ด ๋จ์์ผ๋๊น ๋จผ์ ์๋ฌ ๊ฐ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๊ด์ฌํ ์ดํฌ๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋น์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. โํ์ง๋งโฆโฆ.โ ์์๋๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์ถ๊ถ์ ํด ์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐฐํ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค์ธ์.โ ๊ณ ํ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ง์ด ์๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์์์ ๋ถ๋ง์ ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. โ๊ท๊ตญํ ํ๋ก ์์ค ์จ์ ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ก์ด.โ ๊ฐ๊น๊ณ ๋ ๋จผ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์ ๋์ ํ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ก ๋์์จ ์์ค์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๊ฐ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ค ์์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด๋ดค์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์ ๋ด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ์์ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๊ณ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋๋ก๋ ์์ฌ์์ ๋ฐค์ ์ง์์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ , ๋๋ก๋ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ํ์์, ์์ค์ ์นจ๋์์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์คฌ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ์ ์์ค์ ๊ดํ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ฌ โ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅโ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ธ์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋๋์ด ์ข์ง ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. [๋ํ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์๋๋ฐ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๋ ์ด์ ๋ก ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.] ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์๋ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ด๋นํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ํ์ ๋ชซ์ด ๋์๋ค. โ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๊ณ ? ๋ฐ๋ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ์ ์ญ์์ฌ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ ๊ธ์ก์ ๊ธฐ์ค์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ? HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์๋ ์ ์ด๋ฏธ 600์ต ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ์ด, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ค๊ณ ?โ ๋ํ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ฌ์์น ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฑ์ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. [์ ๋ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ์์๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ ์ต ๋น์๋๊ป ์ฐ๋ฝ๋๋ ธ์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๊ณ โฆโฆ.] โโฆโฆ.โ ๋ํ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ณ์ ์ด์ด ๋๊ฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง ์์ฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ํฉ์ธ์๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ธ์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ํ๋ชฐ์์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ์์ ํ์ด๋ ์๋๊ถ ๋ํ์ ์ ํํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ ๋์ ์ท๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ด์์ง๋ง ์์ค๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ ํ ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง ์์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์จ ์ง์์์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋ ์ฉ๋์ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์ถ๊ฐ ์์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โ๋๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ์๊น?โ โ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ๋ก ๊ฐ ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๋ ค์ค ๊ณ ํฅ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์์ง๋ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ์ ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ ํํด. ์ด์ฑ ์์๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํด ๋ด์ผ ๊ฒ ์ด.โ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ์์ค์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ง์ด ๋์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ ์ ๋ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์ 12ํ D๊ตญ์ ๋ค์ฏ ์ค๋น ๋ค ์ ๋ฝํ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ํธํ๋ก์ด ์ค์ํธ๋ฃธ, ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ต์ํ ๋ฏ ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฌ์ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ์นจ๋ ์์๋ ์ธ๋ จ๋ ์ท๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ฌ ๋ฒ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ฝ ๋์ด ์ํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. B์์์๋ ๊ฟ๋ ๊พธ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋์ฐ์๋ค. โํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ถ๋ฝ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์์ ๋ค์ผ์๊ณ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ ์ง๊ฐ ์ค์ จ์ด, ์์ง๋ ๋ณ์์ ๋์๊ณ์ .โ ๋ค์์ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํฐ ํค์ ๋จ์๊ฐ ์นด๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์ ์์ฐ๋ผ๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ B์๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ์จ ์ค๋น ์ตํ๋ฏผ์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฒฝ์์ ์ด๋๊ณ ์๊ณ ํญ์ ์จํํจ์ ์ ์งํ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ์ ์ด ์๋ค. ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํธ์ฐฎ์ผ์๋ค๋ ์์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ปฅ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์ธ๋จน์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ๋ง์ด ์์คํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผโฆโฆ?โ โ์ฌ๊ฐํ ์ ๋๋ ์๋์ผ, ๋ ๋ค ๋ชธ์ด๋ ์ฑ๊ฒจ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๋ค ๊ผด์ ๋ด, ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์ผ? ์์ ์ ํ ์ฝ์ ์์์ด?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ์์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง์๊ฒ ํ์์ค์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋์๊ฐ ์ดํผ๊น์ง ํ๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ฉด ์์ํ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋จ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ํ์ฐ์ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ ์ ํ์ฅํ๊ธฐ ์ํด 4๋ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ค ํ๋์ธ ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์ ์์ ์์ํ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋ฉด, ๋ฒ์จ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐพ์ ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ค์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ฐ๋๋ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ค๋น ๋ ์ดํผํ์ง๋ ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋๊ณ , ์์ง ์ฌํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ดโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋น๋ค์ํผ ๋งํ๋ค. ์๊ฐ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ง ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. โ๋ ์ต์จ ์ง์ ๋ธ์ด์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์์์ ํ๋ฉด์๊น์ง ์ง์์ ํค์ฐ์ง ์์ ํ์ง๋ง, ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์์นํ์ค ๋๊น์ง๋ ๋ด ์์์ ์ค๋ฅธํ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋ํ ํด.โ ์ด ๋ง์ ์๋ฏธ๋ D๊ตญ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฏผ์ DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ด๋ ๊ธ๋ก๋ฒ๋น์ง๋์คํ๋ถ์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋๋ถํฐ ์ด ์ผ์ ์ผ๋์ ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ ์ ๊ฟ์ ์ด๋ฃจ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์์ด๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ ์์์ด๋ผ๋ ํ์๊น? โ์ค๋น ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋ง์ด ์์ํดํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ โ์๊ฒ ์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌํผ๋ง ์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ญ๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ์ํน ํจ์ธ ๋์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ โ์โํ๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด๋ง ๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง, ์ด๋ฒ ๊ฒฐํผ์ด ํ์ฐ์ด์๊ฒ ๊ตํ์ ์คฌ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ โ๋ํ๋.โ ๊ทธ๋, ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ๋น์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์จ๊ฐ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ ๋ฐํ์ ๋ํด ๊ถ๊ธํ ์ ์ด ์์ด ๋ํ๋๊ณผ ๋ง๋ ๊ตฌ์ฒด์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋๊ณ ์ถ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ์ค๋งโฆโฆ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์จ ํ ์ ์ํ๊ณ ๋ฌด์๋นํ๊ฒ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ๋ง ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ด๋ฒ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์์๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ๋ง ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ์์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ? โ์ด๊ฑด ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ๋ธ์ ๊ทธ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๊ฑด๋๋ฆด ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฌด์ธ์ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ์ผ. ์ด์ ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ญ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ์๊ณ ์์ง?โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ณ ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ๋๋๋ฆฐ ๋ค ๋น์์ ํจ๊ป ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋น์์๊ฒ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฐ์ ๋จ์ง๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ์์ ๋น์์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์์งํ๋๋ก ํด.โ โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค, ๋ํ๋.โ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฉ์ด์ ธ ๊ฐ๊ณ , ๋์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. โ์์ ๋น์โฆโฆ.โ ์ด ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ํ ๋ค์์ผ๋ก ๋์ ์ง๊ธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ๋ณผ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ๊ผฌ์ง์๋ค. โ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ์ค๋น ๋ฅผ ์ค๋ง์ํค๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ.โ โ์ํ๋ผ์ด์ฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ด DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ต๊ณ ์ธต ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ์ง ์ดํ์ด ๋๋ ๋ , ๊ฑด๋ค๊ฑด๋คํ ํ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. | LEARN_MORE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | ์์ค์ ์ธ๊ณ | https://www.facebook.com/61557428073507/ | 674 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | mlyqjqpr.com | IMAGE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15149&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466002718_1085606979958967_7121558704551842248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Mvq_8iqvVf0Q7kNvgGX3Ijq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0jaE_Kq7tSdrGZBDf-Y07-&oh=00_AYC4o7kZgw3_0fB8XreGUAPl4i_77N83iM2Y8JG47G1I_A&oe=674EDAB9 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | ์์ค์ ์ธ๊ณ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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