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The mansion's marble hallways stretched in cold silence, lit only by the dim glow of a single chandelier. A sleepy Hyunjin shuffled past the toy room, his footsteps echoing as he absentmindedly flicked the light switch, plunging the space into darkness. Two seconds later, a tiny wail pierced the air—Yumi, his daughter, stumbled out into the hall, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. He froze, recognition dawning, and dropped to his knees before her. "I'm sorry, Yumi, I'm sorry," he murmured, voice cracking with panic, his usual composure shattered. You rushed in from the adjacent room, kneeling beside them as Yumi clung to you, sobbing. There he was—Hwang Hyunjin, the man who owned 90% of Korea's economy, trembling over a toddler's fright. He looked up at you, eyes wide and pleadin…