The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 3

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Episode 3. A Fortunate Day (2)

The breath catches in my throat.
A cramped, suffocating space barely a few pyeong across.

Whistle, whistle.

A room where cold wind whistles through the gaps in the window frame, seeping in with a low, persistent howl.
It’s a Rooftop Room in Gangnam—deposit of three million won, thirty thousand won monthly rent.

Even in Gangnam, cheap rooftop rooms existed.

A nest chosen near school, set up with my own hands.

My parents had moved to Sokcho following my father’s job transfer.

Left alone in Seoul, I chose to live on my own.
Sunlight streaming through the window fills the room with brightness.

Just a desk, a small refrigerator, old clothes hanging on a rack….

“…. What, what is this??”

An unbelievable sight.

I clearly came home drunk yesterday, and the room was a semi-basement.

But when I opened my eyes to check—
Here, a Rooftop Room.

I bit my lip lightly.

“……!!”

It really does hurt.
The pain feels vivid and real.

“…….”

My mind feels blank.

Why am I lying here in this Rooftop Room right now?
I couldn’t make sense of it.

The space before me is unfamiliar yet oddly familiar.

The objects arranged here are identical to those in the space where I lived in the past.

“Regression?”

A single impossible word flashes across my mind.
Is this a side effect of reading too many fantasy novels?

Or perhaps a backfire from frequently imagining scenes from movies?

I never once believed such a thing could be possible.

I was the one who thoroughly ignored Regression-themed movies.

Whenever I encountered that type of content, I’d laugh it off scornfully.

The moment of Regression anyone could imagine.

That unbelievable thing happened to me??

“This is…….”

Yesterday was a day I wanted to bury—a day of absolute dog shit.

And right after that, I’m faced with this absurd morning, utterly different from before.

“Grandmother??”

After a good, deep sleep, something good will happen!

That strange old woman’s parting words suddenly come rushing back.

I can’t think of any other explanation.

She definitely said something good would happen after a good sleep.

But the Bankbook isn’t in my hand.

The space and time don’t connect at all with yesterday’s moment.

“But…… is this real?”

I seem to have returned to my high school days.

Looking at this scrawny body—tall only in height, with no muscle….

The sensations I feel are definitely alive.

The small Rooftop Room, the dull, moldy smell soaked into my high school years, the shabby surroundings.

Slap!

I strike my cheek with my palm again.

“…… It hurts.”

That confirms it.

I hit myself hard enough to leave a palm print.
The struck area stings and burns.

“Really……. What is this??”

I have no way to describe how I feel right now.
I want to scream.

I can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

It feels like an unbelievable dream.

“Huuuuh…….”

First, I take a deep breath and try to steady myself.

After breathing several times, I try to calm my raging heart.

“So it’s not a dream…… it’s reality?”

I quickly grab my Mobile Phone to check the date.

The Mobile Phone is also an old model from my high school days.

Current time: May 5, 2022, 5:05 p.m.

The time is uncanny.

“This is driving me crazy.”

The fact that terrifies me makes a chill run down my spine.

Every sensation I feel proves this is reality.

The story of Regressors—a stock material that’s become a popular trope in all kinds of content.

I never thought it was possible in reality.
I never dreamed I’d be the one it happened to.

Those protagonists in the stories.
They adapt immediately when they regress….

But I’m different.

“No matter how much life is supposedly a one-night dream, this is too vivid….”

The sharp memories of yesterday still fill my mind.

They’re definitely not a dream.

The betrayals of yesterday remain embedded like a dagger in my chest.

Moreover, all those memories are the future!

“Dad…….”

These words spill out unconsciously, unbidden.

My father, who passed away just days before my high school graduation.

While returning home from a business trip, he was struck by a dump truck running a red light and died at the accident scene.

Those were words I couldn’t easily speak aloud since then.

At the time, I had no power.
The police also hurried to close it as a simple accident.

The driver claimed drowsy driving and was arrested.

But something about the circumstances felt suspicious.

There was something my family didn’t know about my father’s death!

I couldn’t shake that feeling.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, a loud knock sounds.

The steel door of the Rooftop Room opens.

“……??”

There’s no one who would come looking for me.

May 5, 2022, Children’s Day.

“Is Ha Tae-woong here?”

The voice belongs to an older, middle-aged man.

Ha Tae-woong?

Not the casual, easygoing tone of the landlord.

“Who is it?”

I step outside the door.
The school gym clothes I’m wearing casually feel both familiar and strange.

Clang.

I open the steel door.

A man in his mid-fifties stands there, dressed neatly in a charcoal gray suit.

Gray streaking through his hair and a stubborn-looking square jaw give him a strong impression.

He leans on a Cane, one leg seemingly troubled.

This is the fourth-floor Rooftop Room.
He’s clearly found it difficult climbing up here.

“Ha Tae-woong?”
“Yes. I’m Ha Tae-woong.”

Whoosh.

The man hands me a Business Card.

Law Firm Jeong-ryul.
Chief Attorney Kim Jeong-ryul.

A lawyer? Why me?

If this regression is real, I’m a high school student right now.

Looking back at that time period, I’ve never met this lawyer before.

“My apologies for being late.”

He bows respectfully.
Suddenly?

“……??”

Bewildered, I bow in return.
The situation makes no sense at all.

“I’ve come to execute the Will of Han Ok-ja.”

What? Han Ok-ja??

* * *

“What? That guy Kim went to find him?”
“Yes, sir.”
“…… Was the warning too light? Ha ha.”

A forty-story Building in Samseong-dong.

The top floor of that Building.

A cold-faced man in his early fifties, bearing the title Director, wears a faint smirk.

“Injuries requiring twenty-four weeks of treatment.”
“That’s what I’m saying—the bastard nearly died but lived. Why’s he still acting up?”
“Should we handle it?”
“Never mind. If he’s met with Kim, it’s done. Kim’s from the prosecutor’s office. He’s no fool.”
“Should we retrieve it?”
“How much was it?”
“A billion won.”
“…… Our mother was so generous too. Leaving an Inheritance to some grandson she never even met. Ha ha.”

He laughs, but his eyes are cold—even menacing.

Tap, tap.

The man’s eyes seem lost in thought.
His right middle finger drums repeatedly on the desk, keeping time.

The Secretary standing before the desk remains silent as a mouse, waiting.
With a single word from this man, someone’s life could be ended.

“Mom, this time I’ll grant your wish. You came to me in a dream yesterday too.”

The man mentions his deceased mother.
He had dreamed last night.

She hadn’t appeared in his dreams once since passing away.

In that dream, she roared at him—just once—that if he ever laid a finger on the youngest grandson, divine punishment would strike him down.
Even in life, she’d distrusted him, nagging constantly.

So he’d quickly attached someone to watch over the boy.

His mother’s lack of faith had only twisted him further since childhood.

But when it came to the youngest, he’d taken care of him obsessively.
Of course, caught up in various incidents and schemes, he’d never witnessed his mother’s final moments.

“Then…….”
“Let’s see. That pittance won’t mean much in the boy’s hands anyway.”
“Yes, sir!”
“By the way, what’s that guy doing these days?”
“He’s been living quietly in Sokcho.”
“Suspicious. That’s not the type to live so quietly….”
“But sir, he hasn’t….”
“The bastard’s not stupid.”

Tap, tap.

He drums on the desk again.

“Keep a close eye on him. That bastard…… I have a feeling he’s going to cause trouble.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Speaking of which, is everything set for tonight’s arrangements?”
“Kang says everything’s prepared as you requested, sir.”
“Good. Advertising costs aren’t pocket change. Ha ha ha.”

A dark glint passes through his cold eyes.
Like a leopard eyeing its prey.

“Clear my afternoon schedule. I’m going to the sauna.”
“Yes, sir!!”

Small but important matters are roughly sorted out.
He rarely worried much about finished business.

Instead, he didn’t know.

How this decision would reshape the future!

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