"I won't." He's that kind of man, the type who wouldn't hold anything against anybody at least he thought it was worth to. "Hyejung and Mijung? Cute names you've given them." He smiled, staring at the kids completely erased the previous thoughts he had about their mother. Suddenly he felt respect for her, he knew that if he had been a woman- he wouldn't be able to even bear the children. "You're a strong woman." He noticed how one of the twin's little hand twitched. "Hyejung moved."
“I don’t know if strong had anything to do with,” she mumbled loud enough for him to hear. She was really directing it at herself. She hadn’t really consider anything she did a symbol or sign of strength, just her determination to do what she felt had to be done, to give these little girls a chance. She stepped from behind him, moving to the side of Hyejung’s bassinet, the little one starting to wake herself up. “Oh, dear, look at you and that fussy face. No tears now, hmm? Your little sister is still sleeping.” Hanbyul quickly picked Hyejung up, immediately cradling and rocking her before a sniffle could even start.
