The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 137

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Episode 137. Free Will (12)

“……!!”

‘An accident!’

Park Tae-su tensed.

An unexpected crisis while supporting Ha Tae-ung, freshly elevated to VVIP status.

A clash within the Royal Family of the Shindo Group.

Not a situation he could resolve on his own.

A collision between the Shindo Group chairman’s new wife and his eldest daughter.

Vicious sparks flew.

Yoon Se-a, heedless of the department store’s other patrons, hurled crude profanities and came to blows.

It was vulgar and graceless.

Among the Royal Family shopping at the mall, few women displayed such crude behavior.

She was nearly the equal of the notoriously infamous.

She raised her hand again, but it was stopped mid-arc.

Ha Tae-ung, the VVIP, had caught Yoon Se-a’s wrist.

‘This is insane.’

Though Ha Tae-ung was cast out by the family, he remained unquestionably the youngest grandson of Chairman Ha Cheol-gon.

This was information gathered by the department store’s VIP management team, who dealt in upper-class intelligence.

Yet now, a member of the Haryun Group bloodline had inserted himself into the Shindo Group’s family affair.

It was a major incident known only to those in the know.

“You dare stop me? My hand?”

Yoon Se-a’s eyes blazed with fury.
This boy, fearlessly restraining her—

He was remarkably tall.

His lean frame resembled a model’s.
He had masculine, handsome features.

At first glance almost idol-like, yet his eyes held the sharp intensity of a predator.

These traits, grasped in mere moments, made Yoon Se-a despise Jang Ji-yu all the more.

Jang Ji-yu, who resembled her birth mother so closely.
Her ability to captivate men was exceptional.

“Violence is the act of savages.”
“What? Savages? Act?”

Yoon Se-a’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Who did this boy think he was, speaking to the mistress of the Shindo Group like this?

‘You’re dead.’

A boy in a Cheonghwa High School uniform.

Even if from a prestigious family, he couldn’t compare to Shindo.

It would take only the full weight of the group’s power.

“You! Do you know who I am?”

She deployed her trump card.

“Does it matter?”
“What did you just say??”

Yoon Se-a found herself at a loss for words.

Her hand trembled visibly.

She tensed her arm, trying to wrench free from his grip.
But he didn’t budge an inch.

“Ow, it hurts! Let go!”

Pain shot through her wrist, and Yoon Se-a’s irritation mounted.

“Promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you won’t lay hands on Ji-yu again.”
“What? Who do you think you are?”

The eyes of his companions and the onlookers fixed on Ha Tae-ung.

He smiled faintly, aware of their stares.

“I’ve taken responsibility for Ji-yu’s life.”
“What did you just say??”
“……!!”

Everyone within earshot went rigid.

A declaration, right before the Shindo Group’s new mistress, that he would take responsibility for Jang Ji-yu’s life!

In every eye present, the boy appeared fearlessly mad.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

Wild laughter erupted from Yoon Se-a’s mouth.

Childish posturing—the sort only heard in children’s games.

“You really don’t know who I am?”
“I do.”
“I’m Ji-yu’s stepmother! What nonsense about taking responsibility!”

Yoon Se-a’s voice rose as she pressed her advantage.

“But Ji-yu herself doesn’t accept that. How can you be her stepmother?”
“You brat!!”

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

In that instant, Yoon Se-a’s two bodyguards rushed toward the group.

Secretariat staff from the Shindo Group who had been keeping their distance as instructed.

“You! Let go of his arm right now!!”
“Manager Oh! Teach this punk a lesson!”

The secretariat staff, observing the situation, now moved in directly.

They approached to restrain Ha Tae-ung.

“You all! Do you know who Tae-ung is?”

Jang Ji-yu, watching from the side, spoke quietly.

“……??”

The secretariat staff, about to strike, froze mid-step.

Only then did the Cheonghwa High School uniform register.

“So? I’m curious too. Who are you exactly?”

Yoon Se-a, still holding her wrist, pressed the question.

“I am……”

* * *

My position still wasn’t secure enough.
My name alone couldn’t touch these people.

But I had one invincible name I could deploy.

“The youngest grandson of Chairman Ha.”
“Chairman Ha? Who’s that? Some junk dealer?”

Yoon Se-a, ignorant of Chairman Ha, actually challenged the statement.

“A junk dealer? Chairman Ha Cheol-gon would love to hear that~”

Jang Ji-yu let out a cutting remark with a smirk.

“……!!”

Each repeated mention of Chairman Ha Cheol-gon made Yoon Se-a blink, understanding sinking in.

I knew her too.

Whenever the Shindo Group chairman was mentioned, her name always came up alongside his.

I released my grip.
There was no more fight in her—her wrist free, she wouldn’t act out again.

Even if she’d become the Shindo Group’s new mistress, she remained a second wife.

She was not the Shindo chairman’s first wife.

She had no leverage over me, the youngest grandson of the Ha clan.

“Are you scared?”

I asked with a smile.

“Teeth grinding……”

She clenched her jaw like a villainess.

A lesson using my grandfather’s name—

Delicious irony.

Smooth.

Then, naturally, Jang Ji-yu linked her arm through mine.

“Auntie! You heard what he just said, right? Tae-ung’s going to take care of me. So…… back off.”

Smart Jang Ji-yu had made me her shield.

It was fine.

We were two of a kind.

Both of us, discarded by our families.

“Shut your mouth!!”

The unrefined woman huffed indignantly.
Behind her dark sunglasses, lasers burned.

“The sin of stealing another’s happiness…… will come back as a nightmare starting today.”

I awakened her karma.

Tremble, tremble.

Yoon Se-a’s true nature recognized the words, her body shaking.

“You…… grrr.”

She ground her teeth, turned, and strode away with long, hurried steps.

Clack, clack, clack.

Her footsteps faded in haste.
And the rest remained behind.

“Team Lead, would you show them the way?”
“Of course.”

Park Tae-su bowed deeply once more.

But the resolution left something to be desired.

I wanted recognition that didn’t rely on Haryun—to be acknowledged by my own strength alone.
That day……

Strength quietly gathered in my fists.

A strange sensation?

In the next moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar touch on my left arm……??

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