The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 93

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Episode 93. I Won’t Forgive (1)

“Log? ……Damn it.”

Yang Su-san’s body trembled violently.
He recalled the words Kang Boss had whispered in his ear.

Even sold as a log, it’s a loss!

The borrowed sum hadn’t reached three hundred million won.
But the interest alone had somehow swollen to a billion.

Illegal usury where the interest had already exceeded the principal in just a handful of months.

Illegal, but impossible to pursue through law.

Before that could happen, he’d be kidnapped and erased without a trace.

Yang Su-san knew well what Kang Boss meant by the term “log.”

Underworld slang for organ trafficking.

Cornered by gambling addiction, yet everyone cherished their life.

Yang Su-san spent the night in his bleak office.

Two packs of cigarettes burned through the darkness.

The acrid smoke filling the executive suite hung like a fog so thick he couldn’t see ahead—a sealed chamber of obscurity.

He’d reduced his father’s company, built painstakingly over a lifetime and left to him as a legacy, to an empty shell in mere years.

Recovery was impossible now.

“Cambodia? No good—it’s crawling with gangsters there too. Philippines is dangerous… Damn it! Where do I run?”

Consumed by dread, Yang Su-san’s eyes were bloodshot and inflamed.

“……At least there’s that. If I hand over Dong-hwi, they’ll reduce the interest.”

Once he handed over Dong-hwi, he couldn’t possibly stay and build a life in South Korea.

Things had tangled up far more intricately than expected.

No matter how he replayed it, yesterday’s game should have been his to win.

Was it the gods’ mockery?
Two billion won vanished in a single session.

His refined gambling skills weren’t ordinarily this sloppy.

Over the span of time he’d kept records, profitable days outnumbered losses.

But the blow from yesterday’s final game was simply too devastating.

If he could just stave off the promissory notes due at month’s end, he could’ve scraped by a few months more.

Ha Dong-hwi’s solid performance in sales kept the client base intact.

Had a capitalist simply invested, he could’ve leveraged the mortgaged frozen warehouse as collateral and expanded operations.

But the game results had rendered everything moot.
And with it, his future evaporated.

At least he’d bought time.

“Dong-hwi. I hate you.”

Yang Su-san knew Ha Dong-hwi’s family history well.

To be honest, he’d brought Dong-hwi aboard precisely because he’d judged him useful.

As a direct descendant of the Ha Ryun Group, he’d assumed there was something hidden away worth leveraging.

But once he had him in hand, Dong-hwi turned out to be worthless—except for one thing.

His actual talent in sales was serviceable, so Yang Su-san hadn’t cut him loose.

He’d promoted him to registered director under the guise of business expansion.

He needed a scapegoat—a convenient hole through which to funnel responsibility if anything unsavory surfaced.

He’d even allocated one percent equity to build trust.

Ha Dong-hwi, believing Yang Su-san was his only true friend, had signed the joint guarantee for the loan without hesitation.

And yet Yang Su-san had disliked Ha Dong-hwi from their time together at university.

Dong-hwi believed they were friends; Yang Su-san did not.

Wherever Dong-hwi went, he shone.

Even in university, he’d monopolized the attention of nearly every female student.

Crown prince of the Ha Ryun Group!
Handsome and graceful to boot.

He’d never seriously committed to anyone.

He was simply a good senior, junior, or peer to them all.
He’d completed military service as a regular soldier.

When Dong-hwi returned to campus after that, his devoted female admirers flooded back with him.

Ha Dong-hwi had been nearly a celebrity.

Yang Su-san had done well enough in Donghae City, but he was nowhere near Dong-hwi’s league.

Unaware of Yang Su-san’s true feelings, Ha Dong-hwi treated him as a genuine friend.

Yang Su-san, hiding his jealousy, had become Dong-hwi’s closest confidant.

When Dong-hwi was cast out by his family, Yang Su-san supported him with massive loans, and their bond deepened further.

A rich man may be ruined, but his luck endures three generations!

Yang Su-san had believed that proverb.
Yet Ha Dong-hwi had repeatedly defied expectation.

“Still helped him out, though? Heh heh.”

Yang Su-san had sold his last shred of conscience.

Sorry, but he intended to dump all the usury debt and Pacific Fisheries’ liabilities onto Ha Dong-hwi.

“Now…… there’s only the ancestral grounds left.”

The mountain near Sokcho that his father had purchased whenever capital became available.

The ancestral burial ground where he’d relocated the family tombs and established it as the clan’s mountain.

The last remaining property Yang Su-san had struggled not to touch, for conscience’s sake.

“Quick sale would fetch about five billion…”

His mind, suddenly lighter, spun rapidly through calculations.

He no longer clung to a future in Korea.

The ancestral grounds, if he found the right buyer, could easily yield ten billion.

To close the deal quickly, he’d have to accept losses.

“Heard Laos is hot these days.”

Yang Su-san had made up his mind.
Without Pacific Fisheries, there was no future for him in Korea.

“But how did Dong-hwi get tangled up with a loan shark anyway?”

This entire scheme had been proposed first by Kang Boss.

Dump everything on Dong-hwi and leave Korea!

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Snap. Snap.

The Report in my grip.
I’d returned to my Seoul home.

I summoned Ayura at once.

She arrived and surveyed the apartment with a sidelong glance.

I’d called her to the house because the contents were too sensitive to discuss in an open space.

I’d held back in Sokcho.
Here, without my parents present, there was no need for restraint.

That dirty old lecher who’d humiliated my mother!
I would not forgive him.

Ayura had brought the personnel file and background materials on Kang Deuk-su and his family that she’d commissioned.

“Mm.”

The contents were more severe than I’d anticipated.

‘Kang Deuk-su’s eldest son is a civil servant in Sokcho City. His second son is…’

I knew that name.

Back then, I’d known nothing and trembled in terror and fear.

That murderous glint in his eyes and his sneering laughter!

That thug’s name was Kang Hong-dong!

By some twist of fate, Kang Deuk-su’s second son was him.

From the seed of a corrupted bloodline, a demon had been born.

“This doesn’t look like a matter we can handle lightly.”

Ayura said as I reviewed the materials.

She was right—something grave lurked beneath the surface.

“Kang Hong-dong coerced Yang Su-san, and behind him there’s someone else. Isn’t that what you’re saying?”

“Yes……. The intelligence team uncovered that much.”
“Which means…….”
“This scheme has an architect, and that architect is no ordinary person.”

‘Ha Ryun!’

Before the regression, every misfortune that befell our household had been connected to the Ha Ryun Group.

But the problem was——

‘The Butterfly Effect.’

There was still a year remaining before Father’s death.

Yang Su-san’s company would survive for now.

Yang Su-san had said he’d sold the ancestral grounds to fund company operations.

Events were warping on the timeline.
And the reason was…….

“Because of me.”

According to the original flow of time, these should have been events a year hence.

Had I remained silent and invisible as I had before, misfortune would have arrived on schedule—a year later.

But because I’ve made my presence known, the current is accelerating and events are contorting.

‘The future has no fixed form!’

The scale of the distortion was still small.

The ripples I’d created hadn’t yet shaken the world.

But the misfortune that had pierced our family was unmistakably accelerating.

And that was a relief.

I am not who I was in the past.

“The Cheonghwa High School incident was no small matter. It’s the kind of story the elite love to discuss. And…….”

Ayura trailed off.
She didn’t mention Ha Ryun by name.

“Do you have a countermeasure?”
“Pardon?”
“A plan to protect my parents.”

The contract explicitly stipulated services for me and my direct ascendants.

I hadn’t expected to activate Jo&Chang’s full resources this quickly.

“Jo&Chang has contracts with several security firms. We should probably assign one of them to the task.”

Ayura had grasped the essence of my concern.
The most critical matter for me was my parents’ safety.

Gangsters had my parents in their sights.

“What else?”

That wasn’t the end of it.
What I wanted from Jo&Chang wasn’t the predictable, mundane protective measures anyone could anticipate.

“…….”

Ayura studied me in silence.

“At a scale like this, adding dedicated personnel to the team seems appropriate.”

The situation had exceeded what two people could handle.

If the Ha Ryun Group’s family had entered the arena, Jo&Chang needed to reinforce its position.

That’s why I’d paid such an enormous retainer.

“Do it.”

I agreed with her assessment.

Multiplying the attorneys dedicated to my case would solidify my standing as a Jo&Chang client.

“Kang Deuk-su, Kim Lawyer and I can handle together. But to counter the forces behind Kang Hong-dong, we’ll need support from higher levels…….”
“Do it.”
“Pardon?”

I answered coolly.
Ayura couldn’t hide her surprise at my immediate consent.

The “higher levels” Ayura alluded to meant prosecutors and senior judges.

Their involvement would trigger astronomical expenses.

“Attorney.”
“Yes…….”
“Whoever touches me or my parents will not be forgiven.”

I spoke with quiet, grave conviction.

“Make them wish they were dead instead. Break them utterly, using every ounce of Jo&Chang’s power. Wipe them away without a trace!”
“……!!”

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