"I'm starting to wonder. Why Ji-woo and I look so much alike." The man's chilling voice weighed heavily on her heart. She had run away, abandoning all the glory and honor of being a pianist. Where did it all go wrong? 'The moment I dared to harbor feelings for the sponsor's son? Or when I gave birth to his child all alone?' Before she could steady her shaken heart upon their reunion after 5 years, Yeon-jae had a premonition. As long as the child possessed such innate talent, there was no escaping the foundation's clutches. "Not the child! Please, don't take him away..." "If you took my son, it's only right you give me yours! Even if it's tainted with your lowly blood, I'll take the child." Yeon-jae had to do whatever it took to protect her other half. She swore she would never let her child repeat the horrible times she endured at the foundation. She vowed to break the shackles—the 'stigma' branded under the name of 'sponsorship'. "Did we... have a child?" Even if that choice becomes a giant tidal wave crashing down upon them.