As I left the room, closing the door quietly behind me, I felt a wave of conflicting emotions. My cover story was holding up, but I couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at me. My real mission was to uncover the secrets hidden within this household, secrets that my agency believed were linked to a larger conspiracy. Posing as a caretaker was the perfect ruse, giving me access to the intimate corners of the Taehyung 's family’s life.

I walked down the hallway, my mind racing. Taehyung was more than just a target; he was a person who had endured immense suffering, and yet he remained sharp, observant. If I wasn’t careful, he could easily see through my façade. But the stakes were high. The information I was after could expose dangerous liaisons and illegal activities that went far beyond personal tragedy.

Yes I wasn't not a simple girl who just wanted to come here and work as a caretaker.I wanted some proofs and real truths to know to take revenge of what this family has done to mine

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.Anger began surrounding me but I calmed myself

I have to work sincerely without getting caught..

Back in my room, I pulled out my hidden recorder and reviewed the day’s interactions. Every word, every look was meticulously analyzed, cataloged. I knew I had to tread carefully. The Kims were powerful, with connections that ran deep. One wrong move, and it could all come crashing down, not just for me, but for everyone I worked with.

Yet, as I listened to Taehyung 's voice, the determination in his eyes haunted me. He deserved more than being a pawn in this dangerous game. The line between duty and personal conscience blurred, making my task all the more complicated. How could I balance my mission with the burgeoning empathy I felt for Taehyung?

The next morning, as I prepared to face another day, I resolved to find a way to achieve both—uncover the truth while protecting the man who had already lost so much. It was a delicate balance, one that would require all my training and cunning. But for Taehyung 's sake, and for the greater good, I was determined to see it through.

Entering Taehyung 's room, I found him staring out the window, lost in thought. His eyes flickered to me as I approached, and for a moment, I wondered if he could sense my inner turmoil. I forced a smile and greeted him, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Good morning, Taehyung. How are you feeling today?"

"Better, I suppose," he replied, though his tone was tinged with skepticism. "What's on the agenda?"

I hesitated, thinking of how to blend my mission with my duties. "I thought we might go outside today, if you're up for it. The weather is nice, and it could do us both some good."

I helped him into his motorized wheelchair, ensuring he was comfortable before we headed to the garden. It was a serene space, a stark contrast to the tension that often filled the house. As we moved along the paths, I made casual conversation, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the information I sought.

"You seem different today," Taehyung observed, his gaze sharp. "More focused."

I smiled, hoping it didn't look as strained as it felt. "Just trying to make the most of our time. It's not every day we get such beautiful weather."

He nodded, but I could tell he was still studying me, trying to figure me out. We sat by a fountain, the gentle sound of water providing a calming backdrop. I took the opportunity to steer the conversation towards the family's history, hoping to glean some useful details.

"Tell me about your family, Taehyung," I said casually. "I've seen the photos, but I'd love to hear more about them from you."

He seemed to hesitate, a shadow passing over his face. "There's not much to tell," he said finally. "We've always been close, but things changed after my accident. Everyone's been walking on eggshells, trying to keep up appearances."

His openness surprised me, and I pressed gently.

"It must be difficult, feeling like everything's changed."

"It is," he admitted, his voice low. "But it's not just the accident. There are things—secrets—that have put a strain on us all. Sometimes, I wonder if we'll ever be the same."

My heart quickened. This was the lead I needed. "Secrets?" I prompted, keeping my tone light. "Every family has those, don't they?"

He glanced at me, a flicker of suspicion in his eyes, but then he seemed to relax. "True enough," he said. "But some secrets are darker than others."

Before I could ask more, we were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Turning, I saw Taehyung 's mother approaching, her expression a bit tensed.

"I see you guys are enjoying the garden."

"Just taking in the fresh air," Taehyung said, his tone neutral.

"Good," she said, her gaze lingering on me.

"Ella baby , I'd like a word with you in private." I nodded, following her back into the house. My mind raced with the implications of Taehyung's words and the sudden summons from his mother. This could be an opportunity or a trap. Either way, I had to stay on my guard.

In her study, Mrs. Kim closed the door and turned to face me. "I appreciate the effort you're putting into Will's care," she began, her tone was like as if she is scared of something.

"But I must remind you of the importance of discretion. Our family matters are private, and I expect you to respect that."

"Of course, Madam," I replied, maintaining a calm exterior.

"I assure you, my only concern is Taehyung 's well-being."

She studied me for a moment, her eyes cold and calculating.

"See that it remains that way," she said finally.

"Now, you may return to your duties."

I nodded and left.

As I left her study, I felt a chill run down my spine. The Kim family was hiding something significant, and I was more determined than ever to uncover it. But I also knew that I had to be careful. One wrong move could jeopardize everything.

Returning to Taehyung, I found him looking at me with a curious expression. "What did she want?" he asked.

"Just a reminder of my responsibilities," I said, keeping my tone light. "Nothing to worry about."

He didn't look convinced, but he let it go. For now, I had to focus on earning his trust and gathering the information I needed. The stakes were high, but so was my resolve. I would find the truth, no matter the cost.