“He just burst in saying he owns 50%,” she cried down the phone, “I can’t remember anything.” Her legs suddenly gave from underneath her and she landed on the floor in a heap. “Frey,” she called, but it was Gong-Huk who scooped her up. She weakly hit out at him, and dropped her phone on the floor, “FREY,” she yelled. She heard footsteps thundering along the hallway and hammering on her door, then Frey telling Armand to go get the spare key.
Gong-Huk laid her on the sofa. “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.... GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” she screamed at him, crying her eyes out, “GET BACK TO YOUR WHORE.... GO ON FUCK OFF AND DIE. I WISH I'D LET THE KIDNAPPERS TAKE YOU, I WISH YOU'D BEEN SHOT DEAD, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!” he pulled her into a hug and prayed she didn’t mean what she said.
Just then the door burst open Frey and Armand stopped unsure what to do, Lowrie had her head buried into Gong-Huk's shoulder sobbing uncontrollably. She had reached her breaking point, Frey made his way round the sofa, Gong-Huk was crying too, just holding her, rocking her, “Saranghae, saranghae, ” he whispered over and over into her ear.
She reached out to Frey, “Take me away from this pain, please.” He held her but Gong-Huk wouldn’t let go and they all knew Frey couldn’t take her away from the pain. Without warning she broke free and raced for the door, grabbing her keys as she went, the lift doors closed behind her. Gong-Huk knew if she drove the state she was in, she was going to kill herself or somebody else.