Page 103 of Perfect Happiness
“Where’s Joon-young?”
Jane put the pen in her pocket again and walked around the table toward Yuna, who turned her body to keep Jane in front of her.Yuna was mumbling in Jane’s direction like someone in a trance.
“You did it again, didn’t you?”
Jane stopped walking about twenty centimeters from Yuna.
“You touched my things again, didn’t you?”
Yuna continued to mumble to herself.She had the special ability of selectively only hearing what she wanted to hear and tuning everything else out.In hopes of shaking Yuna out of her trance, Jane refocused the conversation.
“Yuna, where is Joon-young?”
“Stealing bitch.”
Not this time.Jane raised the cleaver and put it up to Yuna’s neck.
“Think carefully before you say that again.”
Jane could feel through the blade the muscles in Yuna’s neck twitching.
“Well, well.Look at you.”
Yuna’s tone suddenly became calm.
“Is this any way to treat your younger sister?”
Yuna was a hypocrite, but that didn’t make her wrong.Jane decided to give Yuna a quiz.
“Jiwoon, Istvan, Dad.What do these three people have in common?”
Yuna stared at Jane without answering.
“They all drank coffee that you made for them, and then a few hours later, they all fell asleep at the wheel and died in car accidents.”
Jane tightened her grip on the cleaver.Yuna’s jugular wriggled beneath the blade.
“And they all abandoned Yuna Shin.In fact, Dad did it twice.”
Yuna made her eyes into slivers.Flames of a blazing inferno were escaping between the slits and burning Jane’s skin.
“You were too young the first time it happened to do anything about it.But you weren’t going to forgive him a second time.”
Jane took one step forward.
“Of course, Joon-young did something even worse than Dad.Not only did he abandon you, but he was also a thorn in your side for several years, and threatened to put you in jail if you didn’t let him visit Jiyoo.Knowing you, you wouldn’t be satisfied with just sending him off in his sleep.
“You should have been the writer, not him.”
Yuna’s lips barely opened as she said this.Her pronunciation was half jumbled.Her words were hissing through her teeth.
“I want you to show me the room upstairs.The one with a lock on it.If I’m really just imagining all of this, then prove it to me.”
Jane moved to the side and pointed to the stairs with her chin.
“You first,” Jane said.
Yuna started moving.She walked toward the stairs with light footsteps.Jane followed behind her, leaving about two feet between herself and Yuna.As Yuna passed in front of Jane, the edge of the cleaver went from pointing at her throat to pointing at the back of her neck.Her arm was tingling, and her hand was shaking.And yet Yuna looked not the least bit nervous.
