"What wife, hmm?" she scoffed. "I am Jiho's mother, and I never approved of her marriage to any of you. So, who do you think you are to claim her as your wife? And you," she jabbed a finger at Jihoon, "calling yourself her husband and yet not even showing respect to your mother-in-law? Is this what your family taught you? To leech off a rich woman, and when she's gone, you swarm to steal her fortune?"
Jihoon's face remained completely devoid of emotion, his cold gaze fixed on her as though she were no more than a bothersome insect. Just then, Kyung Ho, the usually silent, reserved brother, stepped forward. His eyes were dark with restrained rage, his jaw set like stone. There was no need for words—his expression alone sent a shiver through the air.
In a flash, his hand moved.
Slap.
