For a while, Chairman Yoo Chang Ho had been addressing Yoo Gun Min, turned his attention to Yoo Eun Ho next and continued to talk about work for another while.

‘None of the dishes were bland.’ Yoo Yeon Seo who couldn’t join the conversation focused on eating instead.

“Grandfather, Yeon Seo is also here. Let’s talk about work later in the study.”

“Is that so?” Yoo Chang Ho was slightly embarrassed as he cleared his throat. Whenever the three of them got together, all they talked about was work and unintentionally it’s like they’ve alienated Yeon Seo.

Finally, Chairman Yoo’s gaze landed on Yoo Yeon Seo. Just keep talking about work. Yoo Yeon Seo’s body, which was in the middle of a relaxed meal, stiffened. Even so, it was a subtle reaction, so it went unnoticed by the rest of the family.

“So, you went to the manager’s home?”

“Yes, I gave them some compensation.”

“Good job.”

Chairman Yoo smiled languidly. He heard that after the accident, his personality had changed, but it seems to have changed for the better, so he felt relieved.

“But mother isn’t here?”

Except for Yoo Yeon Seo, the hands of the three people stopped. Mother? Did you just say, mother?

Yoo Yeon Seo tensed at their reaction but tried to calm himself. ‘I have amnesia. I have amnesia.’ 

‘No, but if you don’t call your mother ‘mother,’ then what do you call her?’ Haven’t you even properly called her ‘stepmother’?

Yoo Yeon Seo was inwardly horrified by his own thoughts, and her family was inwardly shocked too. When Yoo Yeon Seo was still a teenager, Yoo Gun Min remarried. Although it was a shotgun wedding, Eun Ho easily adapted to it, but Yeon Seo still referred to his stepmother as ‘that one over there’ or ‘she’ and never properly addressed her.

“She’s on a business trip for the film festival”, Eun Ho answered on behalf of Yoo Gun Min, who had been startled to the point of dropping his utensils. The tense atmosphere dissipated and Chairman Yoo diverted the conversation to a different topic.

“Why don’t you quit all the celebrity nonsense and work for the company instead?”

“No, I don’t want to.”

Yoo Yeon Seo answered without any hesitation. He came here to be an actor, not a businessman. It was a no-brainer.

However, that answer didn’t sit well with Chairman Yoo and his response made his eyes twinge. 

Seeing this, Yoo Gun Min hurriedly said: “Yeon Seo. Don’t be stubborn, think about it properly.”

“I’m not being stubborn… Actually, there’s something wrong with my head, grandfather.”

Chairman Yoo put down his chopsticks. The servant approached him silently and handed him a napkin.

“I know that already. You can’t even remember your account number properly, right?”

Chairman Yoo wiped his mouth with the napkin as he spoke.  

‘You know? Then this should be relatively easy?’

“In fact, it’s worse than that. There are many times when I can’t remember things related to father or older brother.”

Yoo Gun Min looked at his second son, not knowing what to do. However, Chairman Yoo did not back down either.

“That’s exactly why you should focus on the company. Don’t hold on to things that can’t be saved and hone your talents.”

“There is also the contract with the agency…”

“I had a look at the contract. You can terminate the contract anytime you want. The contract was very well made.”

“There’s also advertisements and pre-contracted shootings…”

“That’s just a matter of paying a few times more in breach of contract fees. I’ll take care of that.”

Isn’t this pressure too intense? Yoo Yeon Seo’s lips tightened. What should I do with this…

‘Beta, turn on automatic action mode for 5 seconds, starting now’

<Okay.>

“The company is even providing a decent position, so why waste time on such useless things in the first place.”

“Mom.”

“What?”

Eun Ho’s eyes widened. Yoo Gun Min and Yoo Chang Ho’s mouths gaped open as well. He said ‘Mom’. It was definitely not referring to Vice-Chairman Choi, who went on a business trip for a film festival.

“I wanted to know more about mom.”

<Automatic action mode, off.>

“But where did Mom go?”

The automatic action mode was over, and now it was time for Yeon Seo to truly act. He shook his head and frowned as if the memories were confusing. Soon after, he slowly raised his head. As if he was remembering something, the legs suspended in mid-air…Yeon Seo’s eyes were filled with emptiness.

“Yeon Seo!”

“Hey!”

Seeing this, Yoo Gun Min jumped up and Yoo Eun Ho clapped Yeon Seo’s shoulder, who was sitting next to him.

“Stop it!”, Even Chairman Yoo shouted loudly.

“Huh? What did I just say?”, Yeon Seo, blinked his dazed eyes, as if he had snapped back to reality and returned to his senses. 

“You… How can you remember that…”

‘You…How can you remember that?‘ Yoo Eun Ho wanted to ask but couldn’t find the words.

The atmosphere was already not suitable for a proper meal. Yoo Yeon Seo got up from his seat. The sound of a chair being dragged was especially loud.

“Anyways, I’ll graduate properly from school.”

“…”

“And I’ll only take a job that won’t interfere with my acting, so please give me a suitable position.”

Yeon Seo seemed to forget what just happened and spoke casually. His grandfather, father and older brother just stared at him with their mouths slightly open.

“But I can’t give up acting. I won’t give up”, he said firmly. “I came here for that.”

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“Let’s go to my place”, he said.

“Are you done already?”

Yoo Yeon Seo turned to the window without answering. His head was aching due to the automatic mode. It was only for 5 seconds, so why was it like this?

Lim Seung Hyun started the car without asking again.

‘I knew grandfather wouldn’t back down easily.’

Wasn’t it intense from the first meeting? It was predictable that this accident would give grandfather a chance to tie him down. So, Yeon Seo thought of a way to convince him when persuasion wouldn’t work.

Just use reverse psychology.

Yoo Yeon Seo carefully researched the family relationships on his wiki page.

The late Lee Hee Seo.

The mother of Yoo Eun Ho and Yoo Yeon Seo, and the main character of the two legs seen during memory synchronization.