"If you are sick, then eat healthy, yes, Ji," Isya sarcastically said. At the dining table, no one made a sound except for a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a navy blouse up to her elbows. Her long hair is wavy. Very typical of the upper social strata. This really made Grace want to rush through her lunch. He said it was the most awkward lunch he'd ever had. How come. Opposite him is the big boss's mother, beside him the big boss who looks normal as if he is relaxed to face. Of course! It's his mother! Meanwhile Grace? Only outsiders accidentally were among them.

"Why should Grace make you...