The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 105

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Episode 105. I Won’t Forgive You (13)

“You’re just going to take this? The Ha family is finished.”

Ju Mi-ju had grown increasingly on edge these days.
Her precious son had been insulted by some lowborn outcast.

The fact that he was the son of Ha Dong-hwi, who had once done so well, made her mood even worse.

That man who looked at her with indifferent eyes whenever she tried to build a rapport with him.

Even then, Ha Dong-hwi had not thought well of Ju Mi-ju with her uninhibited nature.

“That bastard…”

Ha Tae-ung, who seemed to overlap with Ha Dong-hwi in her mind.

With anger simmering beneath the surface, Ju Mi-ju had not slept a full night in days.

Without sedatives, she couldn’t get a single night’s sleep.

She drank until she was dead drunk, and unleashed her accumulated rage on her employees.

She shuddered at the fundamental problem that would not be resolved.

“Why did Choan & Jang get involved? If they knew and made a move…”

Ju Mi-ju’s mind worked endlessly.

She mobilized informants in all directions, digging for information about Ha Dong-hwi’s relatives.

The results were unbelievable.
They had become suddenly wealthy overnight.

“It’s not an inheritance. That stubborn old man would never have given them anything. The brothers don’t even have a good relationship.”

Though it’s a rental, Ha Tae-ung is living at Signiel.

Ha Dong-hwi and his wife, living in Sokcho, are driving foreign cars.

On top of that, Choan & Jang is looking after Ha Dong-hwi’s family.

The senior attorney from Choan & Jang is even providing a service where she and her partner visit Sokcho.

The cost involved is no small sum.

It’s the kind of spending that amounts to at least hundreds of millions per month.

Even for an active member of a chaebol family, it’s difficult to spend that much cash so freely.

Even if there were slush funds, using them recklessly would carry more risk than the small profit gained.

Yet Ha Dong-hwi’s family had bizarrely begun to spend more freely in recent times.

“What is it? A lottery? This is driving me insane.”

Wrinkles deepened on Ju Mi-ju’s face.

Even when she dug through connections to investigate, there were limits to what she could uncover about their finances.

“It seems like it might be cryptocurrency… but could the profits really be that high?”

Ha Tae-ung’s side looked suspicious.
Ha Dong-hwi and his wife, scraping by in Sokcho, had no real money to speak of.

Even if the funds were flowing from Ha Tae-ung’s personal wallet, the source was unclear.

Whoosh.

Just then, the automatic door of the entryway opened.

“Ugh, damn it! This is so exhausting.”

Lee Hyo-rin came through the entrance and saw her mother Ju Mi-ju, yet cursed harshly anyway.

Her makeup was unusually heavy today.

She had just come back from an event and was utterly exhausted.

“When you come home, shouldn’t you greet your mother first?”

Ju Mi-ju, uncharacteristically, showed annoyance.

A daughter prone to irritability, with delayed puberty piling on top of everything else.

“Come on, between us~”

Lee Hyo-rin laughed weakly as though unbothered.

She had long ago discarded any respect for her parents, who lived like a showcase couple.

How much pain had she endured throughout her childhood because of thoughtless, desire-chasing parents?

Lee Hyo-rin had fought hard to seize the idol life as her escape route.

If not for the dancing and singing she performed to relieve stress, she wouldn’t be in this world now.

And now, suddenly, respect to mother?

Lee Hyo-rin went and sat across from Ju Mi-ju.

Her short skirt rode up, exposing her bike shorts, but she didn’t care.

In front of the public, she was called a fairy and revered, but it was all a fabricated image.

At home, she lived as her true self.

Or rather, she acted even more coarsely and forcefully.

“What’s wrong with mom? Upset?”
“About what?”

Lee Hyo-rin’s eyes sparkled like a child who had found a toy.

Lee Hyo-rin knew her mother’s most vulnerable spots all too well.

“Don’t you know about the Vice President appointment?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t know? That outcast Ha Tae-ung is Vice President now.”
“Ha Tae-ung is Vice President?”
“You didn’t know? Our amazing Management Research Club chairman, Kang Jun-woo, appointed Ha Tae-ung as Vice President.”
“What? What? Vice President of the Management Research Club??”
“How didn’t you know? Hehe. I thought you’d have heard by now?”

Seeing Ju Mi-ju’s face turn ashen, Lee Hyo-rin twisted the knife further.

“Tell me exactly! So Kang Jun-woo appointed that outcast Ha Tae-ung as Vice President?”

When Management Research Club chairman Kang Jun-woo graduates, his son Lee Jung-jun will inherit the position.

Among second-year students, there are no direct heirs of the top ten conglomerates.

His daughter Lee Hyo-ju’s position is weaker as a competitor.

Lee Jung-jun, grandson of the chairman of a Korean group and a direct descendant of the Do-a Daily, is clearly positioned as the likely next chairman of the Management Research Club.

Such is the situation.

But then Ha Tae-ung appeared suddenly—a direct heir of Ha Ryun Group!

Everything had gone sideways because of that outcast bastard.

“And! Chairman Kang Jun-woo specifically appointed him.”

Lee Hyo-rin, delighted, spoke excitedly.

“Oh my~ our brother became a dog chasing chickens? Poor thing, what should we do~ hehehehe.”

The exhaustion that had been etched across Lee Hyo-rin’s face lifted, and a smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

“Shut up!!”

Ju Mi-ju raised her voice loudly at her daughter Lee Hyo-rin.

She clearly discriminated between her son and daughter.

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

Lee Hyo-rin stood up, smiling as she met the fire in Ju Mi-ju’s eyes.

She turned and headed straight to her room.

‘Miserable, right? Yeah, mom should suffer. Because I… did too!’

A being who, even as years passed, had never matured and remained purely wicked—her mother.

Lee Hyo-rin could never forgive her.

Her childhood had been hell.

Not a single family member had been a refuge for that small child.

‘Ha Tae-ung. I’m counting on you… Please torment our mom and brother even more!’

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Thump! Thump!

Her heart was beating unusually fast.

Seo Da-hee waited outside his apartment for the door to open.

The man next door who said he’d visit his family home in Sokcho.

After sharing ramen with him that day, they’d exchanged messages a few times.

Of course, they were only brief, terse texts.

She hadn’t wanted to burden him.

But today, she felt she had to meet him in person.

She could no longer stay in the apartment where she lived now.

If things got worse, she’d have to return to her hometown.

She had no money and no close entertainment industry colleagues to contact.

Instead, she felt she should at least say goodbye to her neighbor Ha Tae-ung before leaving.

Perhaps to ask for help…

Seo Da-hee wanted to preserve at least some basic conscience.

If she ended this unfair contract and managed to hold on a little longer, things might improve.

Click.

His apartment door opened.
And the sight that appeared was…

“Come in.”
“Yes…”

Ha Tae-ung kindly welcomed her inside.

Seo Da-hee took a few steps into the apartment.

“…!!”

Her footsteps froze, and her expression hardened.

There was a stranger—a woman—with him in the apartment.

Late into the night.

A foreigner.
Blonde, strikingly beautiful—world-class beauty.

A model who worked in Eastern Europe came to mind.

Blue eyes gleaming beneath the living room light.

Looking at Seo Da-hee with an enigmatic gaze.

‘The air…’

The air in the apartment felt warm against her skin.

Having experienced love before, Seo Da-hee detected the hot energy flowing in the air.

Wine glasses on the table caught Seo Da-hee’s eye.

Flustered, she quickly looked away.

She had encountered a completely unexpected situation.

“I’m so… sorry.”

Panicked, Seo Da-hee bowed her head apologetically and quickly turned to leave.

Crackle.

In that moment, a sharp pain pierced through her heart, and anguish spread through her entire body.

Click.

At that very moment, Ha Tae-ung caught Seo Da-hee’s arm as she turned.

“Didn’t you come here to say something?”

His voice was kind and gentle.

“But…”
“Come in. She’s a visiting lawyer from overseas.”
“…??”

‘A lawyer?’

A blonde beauty with model-tier looks as a lawyer?

Seo Da-hee stopped and hesitated.

If Ha Tae-ung hadn’t caught her, the moment and atmosphere would have been left as a misunderstanding.

“Come in~ Pyuria~”
“…!!”

At the cheerful Korean pronunciation from the foreign woman, Seo Da-hee startled.

Moreover, she had pronounced Seo Da-hee’s stage name perfectly.

“You… know me?”

Seo Da-hee turned to look at the beautiful lawyer and asked.

“I’m a fan. I really love your song ‘So That’s What Love Was’!”

From the look in her eyes, it didn’t seem like flattery.

It was one of Seo Da-hee’s own compositions, not particularly well-known.

Seo Da-hee’s heart began to ease.

A stranger who was both Ha Tae-ung’s guest and her own fan.

“Wine?”

Ha Tae-ung gestured with his eyes at the wine bottle on the table.

There was no reason to refuse.

She wanted a drink more than ever tonight.

“Yes…”

A gentle smile bloomed on Seo Da-hee’s face.
Just at that moment.

“Hey! Seo Da-hee!!”

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