The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 122

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Episode 122. Obtaining the Result (14)

—I…….

Ha Tae-ung’s voice came through the Principal’s speakerphone.

The scene unfolded in the Director’s Office of Cheonghwa High School.

The Academic Affairs Director had quietly called the Principal from the conference room where the parent meeting was being held.

The Director and the Principal strained to hear what came through the speakerphone.

Breath caught in her throat as though her neck were being squeezed.

A three-way confrontation between student Ha Tae-ung, Chairman Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju, and Representative Go Mi-hee.

This was no ordinary argument.
An invisible collision of power between groups and groups.

Koo Ja-yeon, Director of the Cheonghwa Foundation, clenched her fists.

The thrust of attack and defense woven through the back-and-forth exchange hung in tense equilibrium.
Currently, Go Mi-hee’s unilateral victory.

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju shifted her target of attack to Ha Tae-ung and An Hyeon-ju.

Ha Tae-ung switched to a defensive stance and clashed with her.

‘What is he trying to do?’

Ha Tae-ung’s next line of attack, far from easy to dismiss.

Ears perked to attention.

And in that moment.

—I will shatter it all to pieces. Not just you, ma’am, but anything that stands in my way—all of it. I stake the name of House Ha upon it, and I will see it done.
“……!!”

Ha Tae-ung’s declaration of war, delivered in an unflinching tone.

—What, what? Ma’am? Dare you shatter me? Hahahahahaha.

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju, eyes rolled back, burst into wild laughter.

—Cast out as you are, and you speak of House Ha? Do you truly think that stern Ha Cheol-gon would tolerate such things? Do you know if your old man even knows about this? Hahahahahaha.

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju, her eyes glinting with malice, provoked him.

‘She’s lost her mind.’

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju had crossed the line.
That was, by any measure, a family matter of the Ha household.

What sort of repercussions might fall upon her as a result of her words—no one could say.

Koo Ja-yeon felt goosebumps rise across her entire body.

The raw power game transmitted through the speakerphone.

—I wonder if Chairman Ju Dong-myeong is aware. That his daughter, who brought shame upon the family name, speaks of private Ha household matters in such a setting.
—Hey!! Shut your mouth, you bastard!!

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju exploded at Ha Tae-ung’s calm, confident counterattack.

Crash-clang-clang!

The sound of several objects and teacups being hurled and breaking.

In different spaces, Koo Ja-yeon and the Principal’s faces went pale as they eavesdropped.

One thing Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju, who had lost her grip on reason, was currently oblivious to!

In the conference room right now…….

—Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju! You’ve lost it!!

Go Mi-hee’s shout—never before heard in such a tone.

“Haa…….”

A deep sigh escaped Koo Ja-yeon’s lips.

The parent meeting room careened toward a cliff like a scene from some trashy morning drama.

—Shut the fuck up, you bitch!!

At last, obscene language signaling the end spilled from Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s mouth.

“Cut, cut it off! Right now!”

Koo Ja-yeon clutched the back of her neck as her blood pressure rose.

Afraid she might collapse if she heard any more, she demanded the Principal end the call.

“Yes? Yes!”

The Principal disconnected the call with the Academic Affairs Director.

“Prepare an emergency general parent meeting.”
“Excuse me?”
“Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju won’t have any business at this school after this hour.”
“…….”

* * *

She’s completely mad.

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s insanity was confirmed before my eyes.

She’d spewed profanities at Representative Go Mi-hee, a direct member of the Il-seong Group.

The lid I’d loosened.

I couldn’t know how far this fallout would reach.

If the media caught wind, the Korean Group could face a crisis in an instant.

“…….”

Representative Go Mi-hee’s face went deathly pale—the first time she’d ever heard such language.

The executives seated beside her wore the same expression.

They stared at Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju with shock written across their faces.

“Fuck! Everything’s fucked! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju thrashed like a wounded wild boar.

She raged and ranted before everyone’s eyes.

High society matrons watched her every moment.

Their faces brimmed with contempt.
At minimum, they wore expressions of shame.

“Stop.”

Go Mi-hee’s quiet word, far more composed now.

Low but resonant enough to shake the room.

“…….”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s tantrum stopped as if on cue.

Her eyes, which had rolled back, returned to focus.

“E, elder…….”
“Leave.”
“……!!”

Go Mi-hee’s gaze turned sharply toward Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju.

A face as cold and emotionless as ice.

“You have no need to come to this school anymore.”
“What do you mean…….”
“Revocation of your presidency.”
“……!!”

At Go Mi-hee’s pronouncement, Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s face turned blue.

“Everyone has no objections, I trust?”

Go Mi-hee asked, looking at the executives.

“Yes!”
“I agree.”

They all consented to the revocation of Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s presidency.

“You heard? With the executives present and by majority vote, your presidency is hereby revoked.”
“……But what are you! What are you!!”

As Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju protested and raised her voice, Go Mi-hee held up her smartphone.

“Shall I call Chairman Ju?”

A warning that needed no explanation.

“Ugh…….”

Suddenly, tears as large as poultry droppings streamed from Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s eyes.
And then.

“I will kill you by my own hand! You’ll see!!”

She glared at me as though she would kill me on the spot, her teeth grinding.

A smirk escaped me at that expression.

That woman who’d lost her position as Parent Association President at Cheonghwa High School.

Kook Sang wasn’t just ruined.

She’d gone mad and spewed double obscenities right in the face of the Il-seong Group’s direct line.

Word would spread soon.

The consequences would be substantial.

Chairman Ju Dong-myeong wouldn’t let this slide.

“Until next time.”

I bowed slightly and stepped aside.

Creak-creak.

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju glared and ground her teeth.

“Hmph!”

Without even turning back, she left the room.

“M, ma’am!”

The Academic Affairs Director hurried after her.
That man still didn’t grasp the situation.

“…….”

And then came the silence.

“Tae-ung.”

Go Mi-hee called to me.
Her eyes held warmth—a gentle current flowing through them, utterly different from how she’d looked at Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju.

“Yes, Mother.”

The word “Mother” rolled off my tongue like it was made for it.
A habitual courtesy etched into me from my life as a working adult before the Regression.

I’d equipped this sort of affable social grace since my first years in the workforce, all for the sake of good relationship management.

“Set a date with Jun-woo and come by. I’ll make something delicious.”
“……!!”

Go Mi-hee’s close to finishing-blow support.

Shock spread across the faces of the Parent Association executives once more.

“Thank you so much, Mother.”

My head bowed naturally.

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