Artist Isol's work has been restored.
When can I see it?
They just shipped it.
I'll let you see it first before storing it in the vault.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Master Yun?
Out.
Chairman of the DK Cultural Foundation
Mr. Mirror
Shall we have a quick talk with Chairman Eom So-hye?
Senior.
Congratulations.
Director Eom So-hye.
I think you might need some kind of permission or qualification to have a conversation with Mr. Mirror.
You seem to be having the conversation in a rather unusual way, Director.
I actually don't like talking back and forth.
I'll just do the talking, Mister Mirror. Just listen.
Cancel the entire 5th anniversary Celebrity Collection Exhibition.
Mother.
Hyo-jin?
This is an art product I planned... no, a merchandise item.
Alright. Go ahead and leave.
And Hyo-jin. Hyo-jin isn't the type of person who'd be making something like that.
Our Hyojin bought a TK.
Because he's an obedient son. Just give him a card, and he won't be troublesome—he'll do exactly as he's told.
Hyojin?
Why don't you ask your mother?
Don't you ever wonder what I like or what I want to do?
If I like someone, I can't help but get curious.
Hyo-jin?
Is there anything I don't know about our Hyojin?
I made this.
Curator Seong entrusted me with tasks I can do well.
Thank you, Ms. Curator, for your help.
Mr. Yuseop, thank you for your support.
And, Director...
Anyway, I really want to keep doing this job.
It's not because of Chae Si-hyun; I want to do it because I like you.
Even so, idols are out of the question.
Hyo-jin, what does this mean?
Please arrange a special exhibition for me.
I really want to see this product through to the end.
Or there will be no one beside mother. Not even me.
What kind of atmosphere is this?
It's a situation where there are no parents who can discipline their children.
Can you hold a special exhibition?
Are you okay, Director?
I'm feeling really sad right now.
It should work out, right?
Oh, Si-hyun!
Aren't you, Curator Seong, going home yet?
First, the sea.
When are you leaving, Director? I need to put Lee Sol's drawing into the revision file.
I'll take care of it. You go home first, Yuseop.
Is it okay even so?
Then, thank you for your hard work.
Then I'll see you tomorrow.
You did great.
Yes.
How about a drink?
Didn't you see it earlier?
I have to go home and face the final battle.
You're really amazing, Hyojin. Keep it up!
But do you know how to get on the bus?
A song. I'll tell you.
Yes, Manager Park. I've just arrived and I'm on my way.
Does Shi-hyun still not know?
I don't feel like eating.
Cha Si-hyun.
Mom?
You have to eat before you work.
What's going on, Mom? What happened?
My son. Why are you so thin?
You're here already? I would have come to pick you up if you'd told me.
I thought you looked so cool on TV, busy as you are, but you're still such a baby, our Ji-hyun.
I was dying from missing you.
Were you looking at the picture?
Whenever a woman has a tough day, she looks at pictures.
So?
What woman?
Still, I'm glad. That we were able to have a special exhibition.
Yes. That's fortunate.
I have a question.
You're saying there's something you're curious about, and that's exactly what you like, right?
You have two paintings by Isol, don't you? When did you see them for the first time?
Three years ago, in a gallery in New York. That was when it started. When I became unable to draw pictures.
I can't draw pictures, you know.
You know it.
I thought it was Stendhal syndrome at first. I figured it would pass quickly.
My poor doctor friend has been suffering for three years with no solution in sight.
So.
So I went back to that picture. Because of E-sol's painting.
I feel like something might change if I collect all of Eisol's drawings.
But actually, I have seen that picture before. Not three years ago, but much, much longer ago.
When I was very young.
When I was young.
Before I became Ryan, when I was Heo Hyo-joo, I've seen you drawing that picture.
If you've seen it. The artwork by author Isol.
Author Isol. Probably someone I know.
Don't be surprised when you go home to mom's.
Want to scare mom?
I'm collecting paintings to exhibit.
A picture?
Eunso's artworks drawn by her mother.
Maybe. My mother.
It's strange, isn't it? I can't recall the face of the person drawn in the picture, yet I remember the picture itself.
So, looking at the picture.
I'm fine, really.
It's not okay. No matter how much you say it's fine.
This place isn't good.
It can't possibly be okay.
If you want to cry, go ahead and cry.
Like a little child, you know.