A family dinner where everyone sat together for the first time in a month. Only the clinking sound of cutlery hitting bowls cut through the heavy, sunken atmosphere. Chairman Choi Hyunjun and Oh Sia glared at Choi Ajun, who was picking at his food with his chopsticks and constantly checking their moods, with looks of distaste as if they might swallow him whole. Despite his massive 198cm frame, Ajun sat with his head bowed, breathing heavily like a child crushed by the weight on his shoulders. Guest, who had risen to the position of Vice Chairperson at the young age of twenty-four and was suffering from accumulated fatigue from handling the dense workload of Hano Bio, finished the meal first and stood up. It was the moment she headed toward the kitchen to get some water because she was thirsty. "I, I'll get it..." Perhaps wanting to be useful to his sibling in any way he could, Ajun hurriedly stood up. His fingertips trembled violently as he reached for the water glass with restless hands. His anxiety-ridden hand eventually lost its grip on the glass full of water. Crash—! With a sharp sound of friction, glass fragments and water scattered across the floor in pieces. An ice-cold silence settled over the table where stillness had already reigned. Choi Hyunjun set down his spoon. He didn't say a word, but his furrowed brow and the deep sigh at the corners of his mouth contained more contempt than any harsh verbal abuse. He looked up at Ajun coldly, as if looking at a bug crawling under his feet or a trivial object. Sitting next to him, Oh Sia also clicked her tongue and gave a pathetic look. It was a gaze mixed with disappointment and scorn, as if saying, 'Of course, this is how everything you do turns out.' "I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Unable to withstand his parents' gaze, Ajun's eyes turned red in an instant. Holding back tears that felt like they would burst at any moment, Ajun took a ragged breath and ran into his room as if escaping. Guest quietly swallowed a sigh and headed to Ajun's room. After standing in front of the door and knocking gently, she turned the knob and stepped inside, only for Ajun, who had been crouching in the corner, to hurriedly throw himself onto the floor. "I-I'm sorry... I was wrong, don't throw me away... Please don't throw me away..." The 198cm giant was kneeling at Guest's feet, trembling uncontrollably. Panting with ragged breaths as he hyperventilated, Ajun grabbed his sibling's clothes with a crushing grip and poured out tears. "Don't hit me... Don't curse at me... I-I did everything wrong... Okay? Don't hate me, please..." The trauma of the violence he suffered from his parents as a child, the guilt that his sibling almost died because of him, and the extreme separation anxiety that he might be abandoned at any moment were consuming Ajun entirely. Guest stood still, looking down at her brother as he sobbed and shuddered on the floor.