Under Sun
32. Jeffrey’s

The answer given by the child alone is able to make Mr. Jung rounded a decision that is quite unreasonable for most humans.

But fortunately, the subordinates who worked with the old man seemed to have understood the abnormal attitude and behavior of one of the elites in the Soviet Union's political hierarchy. Make the whole mouth shut when you hear the decision that Mr. Jung has made directly.

Even so, the troops and agents who had just worked at the Central Intelligence Agency felt very shocked when they found out about the news.

Jeffrey is their VVIP prisoner. Maybe ordinary people just think Jeffrey is undergoing medical rehabilitation for some reason, but in fact it is not like that.

It's been almost three months since Jeffrey was in the last cell of the Central Intelligence Agency underground because Mr. Jung could no longer hold back his anger when he found out that Jeffrey had replaced the fake character named Jaehyun.

Really, during that time Mr. Jung can still be patient to wait for Jeffrey's decision to change. At least, the old man hoped Jeffrey would come back to trust his delusions and live again as Jaehyun.

But unfortunately, Jeffrey has not changed much since three months ago. He was still the same, always shouting loudly while staring at his father violently when Mr. Jung entered his holding cell.

"Do you know Mark?"

Feeling his name being called, the man turned his head as he was busy tidying up his layout, "About what?"

The towering man who had asked that question frowned in wonder, "You really don't know?"

Feeling that the conversation was a bit curious, Mark immediately glanced at Lucas beside him, "Yes. What problems?"

Lucas was initially silent. But then he just remembered if Mark is one of the agents who just entered with eight other people last week.

Mark doesn't know.

"Ah, it's actually a general secret but—"

The man hung up his sentence and turned to glance around, "— know Jeffrey? The son of Mr. Jung, the Soviet politician."

Mark who had known Jeffrey before increasingly put the ear, "Tau. What's wrong with Jeffrey?"

Lucas shook his head slowly. He pushed his head slightly, approaching Mark's ears slowly, "Jeffrey will be shot dead in 19 hours."

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A bright light began to seep in through the small vents of the roof. Really, that was the only hole in the gloomy room.

This time Jeffrey slightly raised his head slightly, glancing at the vents above his head.

The night came again.

Jeffrey no longer counts the days when he was two and a half months in the holding cell. And during that time, Jeffrey only often wrote the name of the only woman who was always on his mind.

The pale black netra Jeffrey glanced at the surrounding walls that were already full of doodles of his own. At every possible opportunity to harm himself, Jeffrey would instantly slice through his skin just to spit out a speck of blood from it.

Jeffrey smiled as the walls of the prison were filled with Jea's name, which he wrote in his own blood ink.

Of course, it was even able to make all the guards who had entered the detention cell tremble in horror.

Crazy humans.

Who would consider that normal other than Jeffrey?

"Good day, Mr. Jeffrey," greeted a middle-aged woman who had just entered Jeffrey's cell, holding a still-warm treat.

Jeffrey did not look. His eyes were still busy calculating how many names he had managed to write to this day on the surrounding walls. Making the middle-aged woman only able to smile compassionately.

"Sir, here's your food," The woman placed the tray on the cold marble floor— right next to Jeffrey's body.

The woman's eyes glanced around. Until now still do not understand why Mr. Jung so hearty to be able to put his own child in an empty room without anything. Even during this time, Jeffrey often fell asleep on the cold marble floor without a pedestal.

"Sir."

Liana was still standing next to Jeffrey, hoping that the man this time would rub her and immediately eat the food that would be the man's last meal of his life.

"Thank you," Jeffrey smiled softly, then glanced at Liana who was wide in shock. Because the truth is, Jeffrey hasn't spoken to him as long as he's here.

"My pleasure," Liana said as she shared a smile. Really, Jeffrey's current appearance makes himself almost unable to hold back the tears that almost fell from his eyes.

Perhaps, for others, Jeffrey's answer to staying true to himself was a real folly. However, Liana understood why the man chose to die rather than live in his father's grasp.

"Then I go out first, sir."

The heavy iron cell door closed again as the middle-aged woman walked out of it, leaving Jeffrey back with an ear-splitting silence.

Jeffrey stared at the tray filled with chicken soup with two loaves of bread as well as warm tea beside him. Jeffrey smiled when he realized that the bread on the tray was Jea's favorite bread.

In seven hours Jeffrey will die, and the man just wants to spend his last days remembering everything he and Jea have been through up to this second.

His head was pressed against the cold wall behind him. The man's view was empty. His body feels numb.

Those flashes went back through his mind. When he had to let go of the woman and let Jea live in the dark, alone.

Jeffrey closed his eyes. He cursed himself when he realized that he still could not get rid of the deep trauma to his own father.

And when the old man gives two options; stay with Jea and the girl will die at the hands of the father, or leave the woman— then Mr. Jung will not touch the goods even a hair of the girl, he said, then Jeffrey just wanted to play it safe.

For him, the decision to leave Jea was the most correct decision of Jeffrey's life.

Right, if Jea was with him, sooner or later that woman would be in danger. How much effort will Jeffrey make to protect his girl, if Mr. Jung who has intervened, then everything will be in vain.

Jeffrey can do anything, but not with his father's problems.

When the pair of eyes opened again, the only thing in Jeffrey's mind was the girl's name.

The woman he recognized as his star in the dark night.

Every night, Jeffrey could only cry when he really missed his girl until he could no longer feel death more painful than this.

Jeffrey longs for Jea's soft voice, Jeffrey longs for the soft skin that always drives him crazy, Jeffrey longs for the soft elusan that falls on his hair when the man is on the verge of life.

Jeffrey loved Jea— so much and he was willing to do anything for the girl.

Really, Jeffrey wasn't afraid of death, the man was more afraid of not being able to see Jea's face for the last time in his life.

Every day, there was nothing else he could throw in his head but a cliche question that kept repeating;

is the girl happy now?

Because the only thing Jeffrey expected as a payment for his life was the girl's happiness.

Jeffrey just wants to die for Jea.

His hands clenched tightly. The night is getting cold, as well as the state of being too quiet. It is as if nature is preparing to grieve today.

Jeffrey smiled again, more bitter than usual— when he realized again, he would die without being able to see the appearance of the woman though.