“Now I’m curious. Why Jiwoo and I look so alike.”

The man’s chilling voice crushed her heart.

She had given up all her glory and honor as a pianist and fled, yet…

Where did it all go wrong?

‘Was it the moment I dared to harbor feelings for my sponsor’s son? Or when I gave birth to his child all alone?’

Before she could even steady her wavering heart at their reunion after five years, Yeonjae knew instinctively.

That as long as the child possessed such innate talent, she could never escape the foundation’s clutches.

“Not the child! Please don’t take him away…….”

“Since you took my son, it is only right that you give me your brat! Even if your lowly blood is mixed in, I will accept the child.”

Yeonjae had to do whatever it took. To protect her other half.

She would not let the child repeat those terrible times at the foundation.

She would break those shackles, the ‘stigma’ branded under the name of ‘sponsorship’.

“Did we…… have a child?”

Even if that choice were to become a massive tidal wave and crash down upon her.