The scene changes. Lee comes walking inside the dance studio where the rest of the tenants were present.

"They have decided to close the law firm," Lee tells them.

"You seem quite despondent," Mr. Tak says.

"Damn it. I have not done anything for me," Lee says.

"What could you have done? Were you going to beat up those bastards?" His wife asks him.

"Why not? I could have if I wanted," Lee answers.

Lee's wife scoffs at this.

"Then, who will take care of our plaza's issue?" Ms. Kwak asks.

The tenants off-screen knew that the Cassano brothers will help them because it was not a simple charity they also had their interests hidden.

"Didn't Mr. Cassano and Mr. Park say they would buy a building and let us move in there?" Mr. Tak says.

"Do you actually believe them?" Mrs. Jang asks.

Vittorio knew that the tenants in the future started doubting them that is why he is even more eager to see how this unfolds.

"I wonder how he is doing. They said he would wake up in a week. I heard Mr. Park has also not left his side since then." Ms. Seo says.

"He has been unconscious for 9 days and 13 hours." An says.

"He has been unconscious for that long!" Mi-ri exclaims.

This got Vittorio worried as well.

"Mr. An. Why would you count the days he has been hospitalized?" The chef asks.

"'Cause he is obsessed with the Italian mafia," Lee says.

"I just enjoy counting tim. One hour, two hours..." Mr. An replies.

"I also don't believe that they will move us to another building. I think they were just bluffing," Larry says.

"Bluffing? They are not the type to bluff," Ms. Seo says.

"You are wrong. They bluff quite a bit. They criticize my dish as if they were a connoisseur" The chef says.

"They might not be connoisseur but you are a con man and that's proved," Larry says and Toto sulks at this.

"He as been in a huge accident. He must hate this country now. So he will probably return to Italy," Ms. Kwak says.

"The last thing he will do is to return Italy," Ms. Kwak thought.

"You are right. He has no time to think about other people like us," Larry says while hanging upside down the railing. This time Mr. An snaps.

"Why are you hanging like that?" Mr. Han asks in astonishment.

"That's how he usually behaves," Ms. Kwak answers.

"Did you know? Mr. Cassano and Mr. Park installed electric pads at the temple for the monks," An says and Tak looks at the monk who nods. "He also taught some boys who were smoking around here a lesson."

"Whoa, the last thing I imagined would be this detective taking our side," Vittorio mutters.

"Goodness. Really?" Ms. Seo asks in surprise.

"I believe you are making them out to be more selfish than they actually are. That is how I feel," An says.

"I feel someone is becoming a fan boy. Mr. An I think you should change your job," Lee says to Mr. An who simply ignores him.

The scene changes. Cha-young was sitting in Vincenzo's room.

"It has been ten days since dad passed away. The media has painted him as a crooked lawyer. I have closed down Jipuragi Law Firm today. But I have yet to find closure. I don't believe it was a mere freak accident. So I want to do something about this. But I have no evidence. I don't know where to start... I must be crazy. I said I would not cry. Don't be an idiot. Get up and say something already. I am so frustrated. I am paying for this private room and your hospital bills just to hear your story. Do you even know how much it cost?" Cha-young says and Vincenzo answers.

Cha-young in the theatre felt embarrassed at this scene.

"Then, let us go to the bank first."

The people in the theatre were shocked.

"What? He is already awake!" Larry says.

"Just wire it to me," Cha-young says and then, realizes Vincenzo has waken up. Vincenzo sits on the bed and stretches his neck.

"Dramatic as always," Vittorio mutters.

"You woke up so randomly. What is going on?" Cha-young says. Vincenzo was removing all those drips and other stuff attached to his body. He then stretches his full body and stands up.

"Let's go."

"Where do you think you are going? We need to see if you are alright. Let's check for numbness or cognitive disorder." Cha-young says as she slaps Vincenzo's cheek numerously. Vincenzo grabs her hands and speaks.

Some of them chuckled at this while others felt the budding romance.

"The numbness subsided last night."

"He woke up last night," Vittorio says as he enters the room and hands the coffee mug to Cha-young.

"So he was pretending to asleep all the time. Can this get any more embarrassing?" Cha-young thought.

"He woke up last night?" Cha-young asks Vittorio and he nods.

"I remember everything. And I recognize you, so I am fine, aren't I?" Vincenzo says as he pats Cha-young's shoulder and starts to leave. He stops as he hears Cha-young's gasp.

"Then, did you hear me cry just now?" Cha-young asks.

"Obviously, he did," Lee's wife says.

"You did not sound like an idiot at all, so don't worry" Vincenzo says and walks out of the room with Vittorio.

This time many of them chuckled making the heavy atmosphere light.

"Hey!" Cha-young shouts as she runs after Vincenzo and Vittorio. "Why didn't he tell me that he is awake? And his brother, he also kept quiet. They both really are brothers."

The scene changes to cemetery. Vincenzo keeps the bouquet on Mr. Hong's grave. He was looking at the photos.

FLASHBACK

"What are you looking at? I sent this to my daughter recently as a wake up call" Mr. Hong says as he shows Vincenzo the documents of Relinquishment of Parental Rights. "She would become an incredible lawyer if only she could think straight. Times have changed. Earnest, upright and old-fashioned lawyers like me can never beat the people who are corrupt. You need someone who is strong and brazen. Cha-young fits that criteria perfectly" Mr. Hong says to Vincenzo.

Cha-young smiles at this.

"Then, you should have told her so yourself" Vincenzo says.

The people in the theatre knew he was right, even Mr. Hong knew he was right.

"She would never listen to me. Maybe later. When the time is right."

Mr. Hong knew he was lucky to have a chance to watch his past otherwise he would have also died the same way as his future self with the regret of not telling his daughter how awesome she is.

The scene changes to present.

"If I don't get a chance to tell her, you should do it for me," Vincenzo then looks at Cha-young.

"I don't think he is going to do that seeing how both of them bicker," Lee remarks only to earn a glare from Vincenzo.

The scene changes. Cha-young, Vittorio and Vincenzo were walking through the corridor. Vincenzo was playing with his lighter.

"Why do you carry around that lighter when you don't smoke?" Cha-young asks.

"Because it makes him look so cool," Mi-ri says fangirling.

"And here I thought that the only crazy one was this An," Mrs. Kwak thought.

"Because the sound helps me stay focus and calm down," Vincenzo answers. "What is your plan? Some thing smells fishy" Vincenzo asks.

"I think it's very obvious that Ms. Hong wanted to investigate Mr. Hong's death," Mr. Nam mutters.

"I am going to look into the accident and the driver himself again," Cha-young replies and Vittorio sighs.

"It is all over." Vincenzo says and Cha-young stops in her tracks.

"It's not, at least not now," Cha-young says eyeing Myung-hee.

"I am aware of that. I just want to double check," Cha-young says and walks ahead.

"Why? Is this your way of paying your father back?" Vincenzo asks and Cha-young looks at him.

"That is not it. I may discover something new," Cha-young says.

Mr. Hong knew Cha-young was a very bad liar.

"Why was my future self third wheeling them all the god damn time. It's so stressful," Vittorio says to himself.

"Until two weeks ago, you were his enemy. But not anymore? You should have done that sooner." Vincenzo tells her.

"Woah. Now that's real rude," Vittorio says.

Cha-young and the others were surprised that this Italian mafia can be this rude at times like this.

"You don't have to be that rude, hyung," Vittorio says to Vincenzo.

"It's okay, Mr. Park," She tells Vittorio and then looks at Vincenzo, "Are head injuries known to make people rude?" Cha-young asks.

"Hundred percent," Toto mutters looking towards Vincenzo.

"Anyway, don't do anything. Nothing will change," Vincenzo says.

"How can you say that to a bereaved family member?" Cha-young asks.

"Because I want to," Vincenzo says in a nonchalant manner making Cha-young wanting to strangle him.

"I have always wanted to tell you this. Goodbye." Vincenzo says and walks ahead leaving a teared eyed Cha-young behind.

Mr. Hong was angry at Vincenzo for this. How dare this Italian mafia make his sweet daughter cry?

Shockingly, Vincenzo felt a tiny bit of guilt for a few seconds seeing Cha-young's tears but his expression returned to his usual poker face.

"Don't pay any heed to his words," Vittorio says to Cha-young and then follows Vincenzo.

The scene changes. Cha-young was driving her car.

"I am so dumb founded. How dare he make me out to be a horrible daughter?" Cha-young says.

However Cha-young in the theatre knew that she is a horrible daughter.

"...a countermeasure is said to be in the works. Next news. The unidentified body found in Gijang this morning turned out to be a researcher from a pharmaceutical company" The news reporter says and this gets Cha-young's attention. "The police have notified the family members of his death and..."

Cha-young parks her car at the road side and takes out her phone. She sees the news.

"Yu, a researcher, sent his will to his company through a scheduled email. The police believe it was suicide. The company had been interrogating him for siphoning pharmaceutical ingredients, putting the victim under stress. The police believe he committed the suicide due to the pressure. The police will hand over his will to his family and investigate through the incident more thoroughly. I am Choi Yu-bin from YSN News."

"Wait. So now she knows that Mr. Hong's death and Min-chul's death are interconnected," Larry exclaims.

Cha-young then calls someone.

"Detective Gu. There is a pressing matter you must look into right now."

Myung-hee wondered how efficient this so-called detective is.