The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 24

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Episode 24. In This Man’s Arms

Sister?

Choking under the weight of the moment, An Hyun-ju turned her head at the sound of that word.

A familiar face materialized before her in an instant.

“Tae-woong…….”

His name tumbled from her lips unbidden.

“What’s wrong?”

Ha Tae-woong stepped close.
The words carried an unshakeable masculine presence.

“Huh…….”

At his words, something in her shattered. Her sorrow erupted.
She collapsed into his arms without thinking, into the embrace of the tall man before her.

An instinctive response born of fear and trembling.

The world treated her as a professional player, showering her with praise, but her reality was different.

She was barely into her twenties—still green as an entry-level employee of life.

Her social experience lagged behind her peers.

She had lived only for golf, sacrificing everything else to climb the social ladder.

Now, in a world she barely understood, she was being cast aside.
The world had proven itself cold and dangerous—nothing like what she’d believed.

Beautiful flowers were picked and snapped off carelessly.
Left alone, they swarmed with predatory insects from every direction.

Today was no different.
She’d obtained her driver’s license, but it had sat unused in a drawer, gathering dust.

This coming weekend, she’d needed to drive herself.

Before, when things were different, she would have had a driving instructor provided. She wouldn’t have needed remedial lessons.

But circumstances had changed.
She owned a car now, which meant she had to learn to drive it.

Her skills were rusty; instruction was essential.

She’d registered for the lessons without incident and was heading out when it happened.

She should have avoided him from the start.
The man who undressed her with his eyes, his bloodshot gaze fixed and burning on her skin.

Not a chance encounter—she’d faced those before.

This was the same man, the same breed who’d destroyed her life—the Shinyang Financial Group Chairman, that bastard!
This one was cut from the same cloth.

There were others like him among the male parents and teachers at Cheonghwa High School.

They existed too among the gallery crowds at golf tournaments.

Men who treated women—professional or amateur—as decorative objects, merchandise for the eye.

If anyone called it a mountain female golfers had to climb, she had nothing to say to them.

But this—this wasn’t that kind of mountain.

These men treated her like a wildflower blooming carelessly anywhere, degraded her, then tried to pluck her.

Slapping his face had been a mistake.
She should have endured it, but the humiliation had been unbearable.

And now he wanted to exploit that mistake—the dirty bastard.

Reason couldn’t reach him.
The eyes of onlookers only fueled her rage.

Nothing but curious bystanders, indifferent to her suffering.

The worst moment. The apex of crisis!

And then, impossibly, Ha Tae-woong appeared.

A high school boy she’d met just once before, but whose intensity had left an indelible mark.

“Are you all right?”

His voice was soft and warm, boring into her ear like salvation.

Whoosh.

In one smooth motion, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

A protector sent from heaven for her sake.

“Who—who are you!!”

The man who’d been hounding her shouted.

“Deaf? Tae-woong. Her brother. Ha Tae-woong.”
“You little punk! Speaking banmal to an adult? Look at you—you’re a kid! Where are your manners!!”

A dinosaur. An old man whose only pride was his age.

“Dog? Did you just call me a dog? You little wretch—you’ve got some nerve! Do you know who I am?”

His voice boomed through the rest area, shaking the walls.

“Yeah, it’s a Cheonghwa student.”
“Oh no…… he really stepped in it. Arguing with a Cheonghwa High School student…… he’s done for.”

They began gossiping about what they knew of Cheonghwa High.

A Cheonghwa student? Really?

He ran a golf sports shop in Gangnam.

Even that modest wealth was small change compared to Cheonghwa families.

One rumor and his business could collapse.

His face went pale as parchment, cold sweat streaming down his back.

A year ago, he’d been caught driving under the influence and lost his license.

Now he was in remedial driver education, working through the suspension period to get it back.

But realistically, there was no chance to meet them.

Not that the scandal wasn’t real—but he hadn’t cared about defamation either.

He’d enjoyed watching her respond so immediately to his barbs.

If he pushed just a little harder, he thought he might see her cry.

His destructive impulse stirred—the urge to ruin what he couldn’t possess.

The goal was in sight when suddenly this high school boy intervened.

Talk about bad luck.

He was easily over 180 centimeters tall.

For a moment, the man thought he was looking at an actor.

None of them applied to him.

A few acquaintances of his had kids there too.

“W-what are you…….”
“Ha! Tae! Woong! Nothing? Ha? No bells ringing? The surname Ha—you know it?”
“You don’t mean…… Ha, Ha Hareum Group?”
“Wow, what a unique name, right? Ha is pretty distinctive.”
“If he’s at Cheonghwa, it has to be Hareum…… ”
“Oh my goodness…… a young master from Hareum Group, right here in this rest stop.”

The housewives recognized him first, their voices rising in excitement.

“H-Hareum…… ugh.”

Only then did the man’s eyes shake violently.

His expression shifted from suspicion to outright terror.

Anyone living in Gangnam knew the reach of those family groups.

A single word from them could end a Gangnam resident’s livelihood.

“Getting it now?”
“So An Hyun-ju the pro…….”
“Ms. Pro.”

Ha Tae-woong corrected him.

“What’s your connection to her…….”
“My school’s golf instructor. Privately—my sister. Okay?”

The man became mute as a stone.

He’d landed on the worst possible target.
A Cheonghwa high school golf instructor was not someone to trifle with.

“Apologize. On your knees. Now.”

The command was delivered in an ice-cold tone.
The man panicked, his eyes darting around frantically.

The housewives’ curious gazes were all fixed on him.

Among them was a woman he vaguely knew.

Kneeling here would destroy him.

But then again—

“Want me to call my lawyer? You’ve already crossed the line—sexual harassment and defamation.”

He spoke with the authority of someone from a major conglomerate family, versed in law.

Not everyone could afford a personal lawyer.

This alone proved beyond doubt he was a son of the Hareum Group.

Thud.

The man dropped to his knees.

Pride meant nothing against an opponent this powerful.

“I—I’m sorry! I insulted you without knowing anything! Please have mercy and forgive me!!”

Only now did she realize she’d been held in his arms through that shameful, terrifying ordeal.

They were so warm.

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