I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 270

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Chapter 270

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for causing trouble. I will never do it again. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.”

Rio hurriedly crawled on her knees to Hanamura’s feet. She banged her forehead against the floor, begging for forgiveness.

“Oh my.”

Hanamura’s voice was deliberately gentle. Bending down, Hanamura carefully lifted Rio’s face.

“You’ll get scars on that pretty face.”

Like a good father.

“Now, don’t close your eyes and look properly. Today these people are suffering like this because of your reckless behavior.”

Hanamura leisurely removed the watch from his wrist. Then he stretched out his arm and handed it to the waiting Nurse.

“Because of the lying… despicable Korean habits still inside you, Rio.”

Looking down at his daughter with a stiff expression, Hanamura explained leisurely.

“If you move even slightly from that spot, I’ll cut off that woman’s wrist.”

The Young Girl who had brought Huijae’s shoes earlier looked to be around the same age. She was shedding tears from fear.

Because of me.

All because of me…

Huijae couldn’t even shed tears. She could only stare blankly up at Hanamura.

A rough palm flew across the cheek of the Woman who had spoken to Huijae.

“How dare you! Not knowing your place!”

A harsh palm flew across the cheek of Old Man Shin who had given Huijae her name.

“How dare you! Not knowing your station!”

The person who had reluctantly nodded when told Huijae was also Korean, the person who said they should pack more rice, the person who said she was white as a flower, all of them…

“How dare you! You worthless things dare! Not knowing your master!”

Korean people.

Korean people.

Being beaten like dogs…

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for causing… trouble. I will never… do it again. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry…”

Rio continued begging for forgiveness like a broken machine. The sound of flesh being struck mixed chaotically with Rio’s frail voice in the living room.

IP 85.152 covered her mouth with one hand and cried. Huijae’s past life crashed over her like a tsunami. It shattered the viewer’s heart to pieces.

Why she had introduced herself as a Korean at her first meeting with Taeseok, why she had been so happy at the simple words “enjoy your meal” that would mean nothing to others, why she had studied Korean so earnestly.

Everything could be understood.

She could instantly feel how lonely and frightening Huijae’s life must have been.

Huijae didn’t deliberately avoid eye contact with others. She simply couldn’t bear to make it.

Rio was led into the room by the Nurse’s hand.

“Are you, alright…?”

She tried to speak to the Nurse whose cheek was swollen red, her voice trembling, but soon Rio’s attempt was blocked.

Because the Nurse, who had stepped back half a step, shook her head.

“The people outside… If we could call a doctor, no, medical expenses…”

Rio tried to care for the Korean servants outside who had to be beaten because of her. But this attempt was also thwarted.

“Miss.”

“…”

“Please live quietly as before. According to the master’s will.”

Hanamura had been isolating Huijae for a very long time.

“That is the only way not to cause trouble for those around you.”

So that no one would speak to Huijae,

So that no one would care about Huijae,

So that no one would love Huijae.

“…Yes.”

“The master has ordered that your quarters be moved from today onward. If you have any important belongings, please gather them by noon.”

Thud-.

A faint resentment emanated from the Nurse as she closed the sliding door and disappeared. It couldn’t be helped. It was all her fault.

Being hated by someone was already familiar. Her chest ached with a faint, dull pain. Huijae looked around the splendid room. The large and lonely room.

There were no belongings to pack. Rio had nothing precious to her. Even Rio herself wasn’t particularly important.

But there was one unique thing.

She coveted only the Korean textbook hidden in the drawer so it wouldn’t be discovered. Rio quietly walked over there.

Creak-.

She pulled the handle of the brown wooden drawer. She picked up the Korean textbook she had studied so diligently. A name was written on the first page.

Huijae

Foolishly crooked handwriting. Rio traced her name with her finger and then held the textbook to her chest. The moments when she hadn’t been lonely, even briefly, pierced Huijae’s heart.

“Oh my? You can speak our language too?”

“Doesn’t the food suit your taste?”

“They say the miss’s Korean name is read like this. Hui-jae-.”

Was it because of the warmth she had felt for the first time? She was used to being alone, in fact she was more used to being alone… Huijae’s chin trembled uncontrollably with unbearable coldness.

“I’m sorry…”

Then she dared to voice the words of apology she had been unable to bear holding back.

“…I’m sorry…”

Only then did hot tears flow down from Huijae’s eyes. It was sorrow she had endured and endured again.

“Yes. Live joyfully. Come here and eat well, stay healthy, make friends all around and laugh a lot. That’s why I gave you that name.”

Huijae’s long loneliness flowed down her cheeks without cease.

“…I’m sorry…”

I actually knew. That I shouldn’t speak to them. That someday a moment like this might come because of me.

“I’m sorry…”

But I was so lonely…

“I’m sorry…”

I was lonely, so I did it…

It seemed like Huijae’s heart could be heard. Huijae, who had been crying while holding the textbook to her chest, covered her mouth with both hands at the small rattling sound from outside. The Korean textbook rolled on the floor.

The sound mustn’t leak outside. Then father might hear it and beat the Korean people again.

With a face mixed with learned helplessness and fear, Huijae covered her mouth and cried quietly.

“Ugh…”

The small back of a child who had cried alone and hidden all her life was captured on screen.

The Korean of the Hanamura Family who had to exist like the dead, unable to even cry out loud. Rio’s crying didn’t stop for a long time.

Huijae’s desperate, inaudible screams filled the room.

* * *

Taeseok rode his bicycle in the brightest noon sun, sweating profusely. He kept having the illusion that he was carrying the Young Girl behind him. No matter how heavy the load, it felt light as a feather.

“Taeseok, good work-.”

“Yes.”

After delivering the goods, Taeseok took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket. Then he carefully wiped the back seats where the goods had just been tied.

It was a touch that revealed his small hope of carrying the Young Girl again someday.

Taeseok’s gaze briefly lingered on flowers in the field as he pulled his old bicycle to go work again.

White flowers were blooming brilliantly. Would she like it if I picked some for her tomorrow? Thinking this, Taeseok looked ahead again and pedaled earnestly.

The wind touching the boy’s forehead was unusually sweet.

Huijae, neatly dressed, came out of the room empty-handed. She left the Korean textbook behind after all. If Hanamura discovered the book too, unimaginable things would happen next.

Inside the House was quiet. Even the breathing sounds of the Servants couldn’t be heard. As if no one had been there from the beginning.

Huijae walked alone through the beautiful Garden. Dark green Street Lights passed over her shoulder one by one.

“Please go.”

Guided by the Driver, Huijae stood in front of the dark car. Seeing Huijae hesitate for a moment, the Driver pushed her into the car forcibly.

He roughly shoved even the small feet of the Young Girl who was losing her balance into the car. Bang-! The car door closed with an irritated touch.

Huijae was trapped once again.

The Young Girl who had given up on everything didn’t even ask where they were going.

She would be alone again anyway. It didn’t matter where. The car moved forward.

Through the car window, a world Huijae had never seen unfolded.

A boy on a bicycle came into view as Huijae stared blankly out the window. She could see Taeseok moving with vitality, as if swimming upstream through a sea of pure white flowers.

“…I need to tell him…”

Huijae followed Taeseok with desperate eyes, craning her neck to keep the boy in sight until the very end. She could see his broad back as he gripped the bicycle handlebars tightly.

Since this was the last time, she needed to engrave it in her memory, but tears kept blurring her vision, making everything a mess.

“Those flowers are pear blossoms… I need to tell Taeseok…”

That she was truly happy he kept his promise, that when the pear blossoms bloom next year they should definitely go see them together, and someday fireworks too, and, and…

Clatter.

Because of the driver picking up speed, Taeseok grew farther and farther away. Tears welled up in the corners of the young girl’s eyes as they became vacant again. Tear tracks formed on her pale cheeks.

The girl swallowed by the car and the boy on the bicycle raced toward opposite ends of each other. Farther and farther apart, even more distant…

* * *

Taeseok looked up at the boxes piled high. The days had grown shorter without him noticing. The sunset was sparkling its farewell across the sea.

Wiping sweat with the towel around his neck as he gazed at the scenery, Taeseok suddenly thought of the young girl.

If I brought her here too… would she like it as much as last time?

It was strange. Even familiar scenery and familiar times became completely different when he imagined the girl there. The world that had felt so tiresome now seemed precious.

He couldn’t understand why this wretched rural village felt so beautiful.

“Taeseok. You worked hard.”

“Not at all.”

“Is something going on with you lately? You’ve been grinning all the time.”

The supervisor playfully nudged Taeseok’s arm with his elbow. At those words, a passing worker shouted out.

“Stop talking nonsense! I’ve never seen that kid smile in my whole life!”

“If you look closely, you can see it. This guy goes like this all day long, smiling.”

Taeseok slightly lowered his head and shook it back and forth. Just as the supervisor said, the corners of his mouth were faintly turned up.

That’s when it happened.

“Good lord, that crazy bastard…”

“That Japanese lackey should have been killed the moment he came to Jinhae.”

From somewhere, talk about Hanamura could be heard. Taeseok immediately turned his head toward the sound.

“Even so, to his own daughter. You rarely find such a bastard.”

“His daughter?”

Taeseok asked as he strode over. When the usually quiet Taeseok raised his voice, the workers were startled.

For a moment, a vast dock appeared before the wide sea. A place where ships constantly came and went without rest.

Hoooo-.

The heavy sound of a ship’s horn echoed out.

The boy ran frantically down the sea path where all the sunset had melted away and flowed. He pedaled the bicycle desperately.

“They say his daughter got caught secretly learning Joseon language. That household is in complete chaos.”

No.

“He slapped all the servants and made his daughter lie flat on the floor begging for forgiveness…”

It can’t be.

“They say he dragged her away like a dog during the day. Forced her into the car.”

It must not be.

As soon as Taeseok reached Hanamura’s estate, he threw down his bicycle and ran. To that place where Huijae was always there.

“….”

But he couldn’t even bring himself to call Huijae’s name loudly. With an anxious heart, something caught Taeseok’s eye as he pressed close to the wall.

Something like a small stone was weighing down a white piece of paper.

Huijae.

Something Huijae had left behind.

Taeseok, who sensed it instinctively, reached out with trembling hands. What was placed on top of the wall was a necklace. A metal necklace with a photo of a short-haired girl inside.

On the paper, Joseon words were written in clumsy handwriting.

Don’t lose me.

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