“Bear my husband’s child.”
The wife of the boss she served asked her to bear her husband’s child.
“Ji Ye-won, you need the money, don’t you?”
Ye-won swallowed her bewilderment. Her widowed mother had been diagnosed with an incurable disease. Even if she poured in her entire annual salary, she couldn't afford the treatment costs. Ye-won was being consumed daily by the weight of money.
“I’ll do it. I’ll bear the Executive Director’s child.”
Ye-won bowed deeply to Choi Seol-young. In her bag was a thick envelope; Ye-won had just traded her life, her pride, and everything else for that single envelope.