The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 117

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Episode 117. Reaping What You Sow (9)

“How is this possible? An attempted murder at my school!!”

Cheonghwa High School director’s office.
The school had been thrown into chaos since morning because of yesterday’s incident.

Director Koo Ja-yeon, who had been traveling in Japan, rushed back home the moment she heard the news.

“I’m—I’m terribly sorry!”

Principal An Jong-ung bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
He felt like he might lose his mind.

His mandatory retirement.
This year was supposed to be his last.

He had wanted to endure with grace and retire with dignity.
But incidents kept erupting.

‘That bastard! Why the hell did he bring a knife!’

Yi Jang-yong, expelled from the school not long ago.
At least it had happened after hours—small mercies.

Armed with a sashimi knife, he’d charged at the golf instructor and Ha Tae-ung, only to get beaten down in what was clearly self-defense.

Every detail of the incident was captured clearly on the school’s CCTV.

All the security guards on duty at the time had been terminated.

At any ordinary school, this would have been front-page news by now.

But this was Cheonghwa High School.
Everything had been handled as quietly as possible.

Yi Jang-yong’s injuries were severe enough to keep him from fleeing.

Detectives from the Gangnam Police Station and a prosecutor with connections had been brought in immediately to wrap everything up efficiently.

The legal matters were handled by Kim Jeong-ryul, the attorney who’d served Ha Tae-ung as a young master and was known to Principal An Jong-ung.

And so the matter was settled.

The moment An Jong-ung learned of the incident, he knew his hopes for a quiet retirement were finished.

There would be no safe exit—only disgrace remained.

Knock-knock.

A knock sounded from outside the director’s office door.

“Who is it?”

Koo Ja-yeon asked sharply.
Her tone was extremely tense.

Even though the incident had been contained, if the Cheonghwa Group higher-ups found out, her own position would be at risk.

And whatever came after would be impossible to suppress.

But the students had already gotten wind of it.

Click.

The director’s office door opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped inside.

“It’s me, Director.”
“Chairwoman….”

It was Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju, the Parent Association President, wearing black sunglasses and a designer bag slung over one arm.

She appeared in a black two-piece pantsuit with rounded shoulders exposed, a picture of controlled elegance.

“Director! Is it true about the murder?”
“No, no. It was merely an attempted murder.”

Koo Ja-yeon was typically cowed in Mi-ju’s presence.

In truth, the Cheonghwa Group couldn’t hold a candle to the Korean Group.

Despite being younger, Mi-ju clearly outranked Koo Ja-yeon within the corporate hierarchy.

She was also far more formidable in personality.
Mi-ju was a force of nature—notorious in every sense.

Swift motion.

Mi-ju tilted her sunglasses up onto her head.

“I’ve called an emergency parent meeting.”
“Chairwoman….”
“Have a venue prepared.”
“….”

Koo Ja-yeon’s face drained of color.
Yesterday’s incident was no longer containable.

“And summon the parties involved immediately.”
“Pardon?”
“Are you deaf?”
“Who should I—”
“That sleazy golf instructor, that punk Ha Tae-ung, and that pariah!”
“…!!”

Mi-ju’s eyes blazed with fury.

‘I’m going to bury you today.’

Late last night, she’d mobilized every information channel she had to learn the full truth about what her son Yi Jeong-jun had suffered at school.

Her son, driven out and humiliated in front of the Management Research Society members.

The reason: Ha Tae-ung, that outcast, had trillion-won scale assets in his account.

It was problematic that they’d even wagered on account balances beforehand.

Her son, unable to verify this with his own eyes, refused to accept it.

He’d resisted, and Kang Jun-woo had expelled him from the group.

‘Trillion-won? That’s utter nonsense!’

Ha Dong-hwi, expelled from the group, barely scraped out a living in Sokcho.

Chairman Ha Cheol-gon and his children were all cold-blooded creatures.

How could an expelled son’s offspring possess trillion-won assets?

It had to be Kang Jun-woo and Jang Ji-yu conspiring to push her son out.

‘Ha Tae-ung… I’ll drive you out for sure. How dare you block my son’s path? Do you think I’ll let you live?’

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“Ha Tae-ung. Is it really true?”
“What is?”
“Did Yi Jang-yong really try to kill you with a knife yesterday?”
“Curious?”
“Is this a joke? If it’s true, you could’ve died!”

The classroom before class began.
Several students leaned in at Yi Hyo-ju’s concerned words.

“Yi Jang-yong was an idiot. He didn’t know a golf club was longer than a knife.”

He’d beaten him down hard.
Sixteen weeks of treatment needed.

Broken wrists, shins, and several cracked ribs.

Attorney Kim Jeong-ryul had said it was within the bounds of self-defense, so there was no legal problem.
The moment Yi Jang-yong came at him with the sashimi knife was captured clearly on the school’s CCTV.

Police officers and a prosecutor had come to secure the evidence.

Yi Jang-yong had been carried away, all four limbs hanging limp.

He’d been given a chance to live out his remaining years quietly, but instead of accepting his wrongdoing, he’d caused trouble.

The kind of human garbage who deserves immediate judgment without legal formality.

When evil falls into suffering, it rages like a dying beast.

It casts the consequences of its own sins onto others, only to resent them in return.

That kind of attitude would not be tolerated anymore.

Those creatures who demanded mercy as a right and tried to exploit it—I’d show them what real hell looked like.

“My mom said… there’s going to be an emergency parent meeting.”
“A parent meeting?”
“Yeah. Yi Jeong-jun’s mom—she’s the chairwoman.”

Yi Jeong-jun, who yesterday couldn’t bring himself to call me senior and had his teeth ground down before being thrown out of the circle room.

The other guys had called me senior, brother, and publicly surrendered.

Kang Jun-woo’s charisma had played a role.

“Today’s going to be entertaining too.”
“Hah… I really have nothing to say.”

Yi Hyo-ju let out a long, weary sigh.
It felt like genuine concern.

In less than a month, we’d become true friends.

“….”

The classroom was surprisingly quiet.
O Gwang-jun, who’d been full of defiance before, wouldn’t even meet my eyes now.

He wasn’t acting arrogant like he used to.

The students from other classes were the same.
Everyone breathed softly in the heavy, settled silence of the classroom.

Without being asked to keep quiet, they’d all instinctively lowered their tails.

Cheonghwa High School was a textbook example of a discriminatory, class-based society.

Standing at the center of it wasn’t so bad.

I’d even managed to save a few friends in the process.

Rapid footsteps.

Someone was hurrying down the corridor.
Then—

“Tae-ung!”

It was Kang A-ri.
She appeared out of breath from running, her eyes full of worry.

“Hmph.”

Yi Hyo-ju let out a short snort.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

A first-year junior who completely ignored the second-year seniors.
The fact that she was of considerable standing silenced them all.

“A-ri…”

An A-ram, who’d followed her in, was flustered instead.

“I’m so glad…”

After thoroughly checking me over, Kang A-ri’s expression relaxed.

“First-year! Do you know this is a second-year classroom?”

Yi Hyo-ju’s voice rose.

“Yes.”
“That’s all?”
“Yep~”

At Kang A-ri’s innocent reply, Yi Hyo-ju gave up and shook her head.

“Brother.”
“Call me senior.”
“You’re my brother.”
“Ha Tae-ung! Can you say something?”

I didn’t feel like getting involved in the back-and-forth between Yi Hyo-ju and Kang A-ri.

I’d already learned in my previous life that jumping into situations like this only created headaches.

“T-Tae-ung.”

Just then, a cautious voice called me from the back of the classroom.
I turned to look behind me.

Standing there in an awkward pose was Wang Jin-deok, the Academic Affairs Director.

“What… is the matter, sir?”

The moment our eyes met in response to my question, his body trembled slightly.

“I…”

Director Wang Jin-deok struggled to find his words.

“Let’s go.”
“…!!”

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