Chapter 5.1

Chapter 5.1

I was taken aback. Miss Yena rarely talked about me, yet he spoke as if he knew something. The two of them might be quite close.

“Yes… Thank you for coming.”

At my words, he looked at me with surprise and an expression as if he was hearing something unfamiliar. His gaze made my heart sink. Clearly, there was something between him and Miss Yena.

“I’m glad you weren’t seriously hurt. Don’t worry about work; just rest comfortably. The company has processed your sick leave.”

“Thank you.”

I appreciated his words. I needed time right now to understand everything about the company’s internal relationships and tasks—especially this man, Jang Doha.

If they were really dating, my current behavior could become suspicious. His watchful eyes made my heart race. He smiled shyly.

“Take it easy. You’ve been through a tough time and need to recover. Team Leader Jeong Han-il wanted to take over the project that Director Namgung was handling, so I entrusted it to him for now.”

Team Leader Jeong Han-il. I need to gather information about him, too. As he was heading to the door, he stopped, turned back, and looked at me with a deep gaze.

“Thank you for surviving. I mean it.”

My chest felt tight. Miss Yena never mentioned Jang Doha, but what if they were truly special to each other? It felt like a huge mountain was suddenly blocking my path.

Before I could gather my thoughts after Jang Doha left, Director Han came into the room. I hadn’t seen him before, but his gown had “Director Han Wonjun” written on it. He looked to be about sixty, with hair thinning at the top.

“Yena, how are you feeling?”

“Not bad. Except for my arm.”

He chuckled at my response.

“Not that. Any other symptoms?”

Suddenly, my grandfather’s words came to mind.

‘If they learn about your condition, they’ll pounce and tear you apart.’

There was definitely something going on, but I had no idea what it was. I decided to play it safe.

“I’m okay.”

“Really? That’s good to hear. Shall we go for some tests then?”

“Yes, Director.”

“This is Professor Han Euijin from the Neurosurgery Department. You know him, right? He’ll be assisting with your tests today.”

I greeted Professor Han Euijin and left the room in a wheelchair. My mind was racing as we headed to the elevator.

Neurosurgery? Did the young lady have some neurological issues? Was that why my grandfather said what he did?

We got into the elevator, but neither Director Han nor Professor Han spoke to me.

The first place we visited was the Clinical Pathology Department. After they drew my blood, I underwent nerve conduction and electromyography tests, followed by an MRI. I didn’t have to wait long for any of the tests, and it all took less than two hours.

When I returned to the room, Housekeeper Ahn was waiting for me. She greeted me.

“Welcome back.”

“Yes…”

“You look exhausted.”

“I am. I need some rest.”

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. I had told the director I was fine, but my body and mind were worn out from the car accident and the trip to the funeral home. On top of that, the hug from a stranger and the subsequent medical examinations left my nerves frayed.

But although I was lying down, it was strangely difficult to sleep. I wanted to lie on my side, but the cast on my arm and neck made it uncomfortable.

I stared blankly at the ceiling. The past few days felt like a dream. If my soul hadn’t been switched, it would be Miss Yena lying here now. I don’t know what she would have thought. I was even more oblivious to her situation.

We were close, but she never shared trivial matters with me. If we had been closer, it would have been helpful now.

And to think I have to go back to work soon… that’s when the real problem starts. It’s fine at home, but company life is an area I know nothing about. I don’t even know anything about the project Miss Yena was handling. And I have no idea what kind of relationship she had with President Jang Doha.

The strange look he gave me before leaving the room lingered in my mind. It was not the kind of look typically exchanged between a superior and a subordinate.

However, when I pushed him away, he seemed genuinely shocked by his own actions. He stammered and blushed. There was something special between them, but it didn’t feel mutual.