"Were you the one who called earlier?" he asked, looking at Jin Heon.
"I was."
"This domestic violence situation you reported—is anyone injured?"
"Not at the moment," Jin Heon said. "But my father just tried to get physical. My mother can testify to that."
Her mother kept her head down, saying nothing.
"Ma'am?" The middle-aged police officer looked at her mother.
"He didn't hit..." her mother said in a low voice. "He was just a little loud."
Jin Heon didn't contradict her mother. She knew this would be the outcome.
The two officers exchanged a glance. They knew exactly what was going on.
A case like this wasn't a big deal. Since no actual assault had occurred, they couldn't be bothered to get involved in a family squabble.
The young, white female officer suddenly sized up Jin Heon, her eyes lingering on the Chanel bag in her hand.
She suddenly asked, "Excuse me," her gaze shifting to the window, "whose Porsche is that downstairs?"
