Jessie stared speechless at the man standing in front of her, a whole decade had passed and she only got to see her father when she was supposed to be dead. She didn't know what to think, she had no idea what to say.

"What is this?" She asked Tony.

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"What do you mean? Greet your father Jessie."

Tony said.

"My father?" She asked still in a daze looking back at the tall powerful man that once held her close to him while she cried her eyes out. The man that held all her dreams and never shut her down, that gave into all her whims even the slightest and most childish. Until he didn't anymore, until he shut the doors of his house and refused to let anyone in her family see her. Separated a child from her mother and for ten years she had no one, no family and no name. She loved her father with all her heart and he broke her heart into a million pieces when he discarded her like a used tissue. She understood that it was hard to accept her choices but how can one stay away from their child for ten years? And she was meant to be his favourite.

"Aera" he said again.

And immediately she heard that name she knew what to feel, joy? Peace and relief? She should have felt that but all she felt was anger at his betrayal. He was her father, her hero, her whole world but what did he go and do? Abandon her, a fifteen year old to fend for herself. And it was hard, it was incredibly terrible to be a trainee without connections or sponsorship. Things she was already born with, she had to suffer and fight like anyone else. At least now she can hold her head up high and know with all certainty that she achieved everything she had all by herself. She made herself a name all by herself. And that name wasn't Yoo Aera.

"Don't call me that, my name is no longer Aera." She said slowly.

"Oh I'm sorry, you go by Jessie now. Jessie Marin, how nice." He said with a frown.

"Yes father, oh sorry you said I couldn't be your daughter anymore what do I call you, Mr. Yoo?" She asked ruefully, blinking away unshed tears.

"Call me whatever you like I don't care. I'm here to take you back home, your mother misses you terribly." He said curtly.

Jessie looked into her father's eyes, why did his eyes say something else? Why did his eyes want to pull her into a hug? Why did his eyes have unshed tears like hers did?

"Mother?" She said softly. "How is mother?"

"Sick, she's very sick. She had a huge shock when she heard you were dead, she's been really sick since then." Harish Yoo told his daughter.

"Mother h-had a shock? What kind of shock?" She asked her father.

"Nothing too serious, she's much better now but all she wants, all she talks about is seeing her daughter again." He said.

The tears could no longer be stopped and she cried, her mother wanted to see her.

"Come now Aera, come home. It's time." He said, his voice strained.

"Home?" He nodded and her anger dissolved and all she felt in that moment was gratitude and relief. All she felt was joy, the way she was supposed to right? She ran into her father's arms and hugged him tightly, she cried into his shoulder.

"Let's leave this devastating place." Her father said after a while, looking around the building he shook his head. And she nodded, hand in hand they walked out of the motel, Tony following behind the reunited father and daughter.

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"Do you think he'll be okay?" Katherine asked Paul as they walked out if Jason's building.

"Ofcourse, he's Jason. Why wouldn't he be okay?" Paul said.

"He didn't look okay Paul, I think this really hit him hard." She said.

"Why the hell would it hit him hard?" Paul said sounding slightly annoyed.

"Maybe because he has feelings for Jessie, perhaps he even loves her."

"Stop saying rubbish Kate, how can he fall in love with a woman he has known barely two months." Paul frowned. "If anything he should be relieved that woman is gone."

"Hey, he is not the type of person that needs to know someone for Twenty years and still not decide to love them. Besides are you still on that issue? Jessie is not a bomb." Katherine said, her voice rising slightly.

Paul narrowed his eyes at her, "oh yeah? Explain Steve."

"She is not responsible for Steve. What is wrong with you?" Katherine frowned.

"I'm just saying if she never came into our lives in the first place, we wouldn't have to be wary of the Lee's and Steve would be alive!"

Katherine scoffed, "nice one Paul, nice. If Jessie is responsible for Steve then so I'm I. And I don't know why your so against her but you better get over it. Because she's gone true enough already, and if she's ever to suffer a scandal when she makes a comeback it will be because of people like you." She spat.

"People like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I was blind and ignorant to ever think you were different from Jason. If anything you are even worse, all you rich people keep looking down you noses thinking you're better than everyone else." She said walking away.

"Hey, Katherine, don't cross the line." Paul warned, grabbing her arm.

She yanked it away and glared at him, "you don't have to worry about me. Worry about yourself and stay out of Jason head, long enough for him to listen to his heart and bring Jessie back." With that she walked away leaving a very surprised and annoyed Paul standing in front of the building.

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Jason stared at a the clothes Jessie picked out, he had taken them from the boutique and now they sat on her bed, in her room, in the place she called home.

Everything was still here, her laptop, her scent, her memories. They were all here. But she wasn't. Why did he feel so listless? Why had he somehow lost all his energy and interest?

He walked back to the door and shut it, turning off the light he sat on the floor, quietly in the darkness. Still wondering why she left, she shouldn't have left. She couldn't have left, did Steve's death really take a toll on her? Was she that affected? That she had to run away the first chance she got.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out and read the text message. He had a board meeting tomorrow, why didn't he care?

He always cared about this stuff right? Why couldn't he remember, why can't he feel anything? He wasn't sad, he wasn't angry, he was definitely not angry. He just felt... lethargic. But he wanted something, he wanted Jessie. He wanted her to be here, in her room with her stuff, in the place she called home.

He needed her to be here, with him. But why? Why did he want her here? Why was he so depressed now she wasn't here? Why didn't he care anymore? About anything at all. Why wasn't she here? How could she just give up so easily? Wasn't she the person that was ready to slit her wrist? Ready to fight tooth and nail to get her revenge on Patricia? She wanted to get her place, her fame and the position she worked so hard for back. So what happened?

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!" He screamed throwing his phone against the wall. "Why does it affect me so much? Why do I care so much?"

"When did you become such a coward Jessie?" He whispered, pulling his knees up and leaning on them. "Why did you give up?"