Unhealthy - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51. A Misjudgment Gone Wrong

“You ungrateful bastard, trying to stab your father in the back. This is why, this is why you should never take in a black-haired beast! You son of a bitch!”

Chairman Gi, completely agitated, lost all control and flew into a rage.

The mask he had maintained as a renowned businessman had long since fallen to the floor and shattered.

The study filled with Gi Gyeong-un’s vile curses and profanity, but Taejun watched the commotion with dry detachment, as if it were someone else’s business.

“Then I trust you understand, and I’ll await your answer.”

Unlike when he entered, Taejun bowed his head respectfully in greeting and turned around.

It was a figure that carried not the leisure of a victor, but the emptiness of one who had completely given up the will to live.

That defenseless back completely paralyzed what remained of Chairman Gi’s reason.

Chairman Gi picked up a sharp piece of glass from a lamp stand that had been lying on the desk and charged straight at Taejun.

Soon, the sharp glass shard embedded itself in Taejun’s waist.

With the horrific sensation of flesh tearing and fragments piercing through skin, Taejun’s brow furrowed tightly.

Searing heat spread through his entire body in an instant.

“Hey, you bastard. Did you think I’d just let you walk away knowing about that incident?”

Bursting into maniacal laughter, Chairman Gi pushed the glass shard even deeper and whispered maliciously over Taejun’s shoulder. Red bloodstains seeping from the wound quickly soaked Taejun’s shirt.

“Law? Notarization? You still don’t know how the world works, but within these walls, I am the law and the state. Making you a cripple and disposing of you without a trace is nothing to me.”

Gi Gyeong-un, who had been shouting as if possessed by evil, soon giggled like a madman. Then, with laughter still lingering in his voice, he spoke ominously.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t stab you, did you?”

“I knew.”

Taejun slowly turned his head while enduring the pain.

He looked straight at Chairman Gi’s distorted face, which was mocking him with bloodshot eyes.

“What?”

“I knew Father would resort to such despicable methods. Just as you were never a proper father to me even once, I knew you would abandon being human until the very last moment.”

His body temperature dropped rapidly at the same rate blood drained from his body.

Though his vision blurred momentarily from the weakness, Taejun wore a cold sneer on his lips.

Soon, the tightly closed study door burst open with a scream-like crash.

Armed police officers rushed in like the afterimage of a flash grenade, roughly tearing apart the suffocating silence in the study.

“Did you think I came in here empty-handed?”

Taejun smiled coldly as he felt the hot blood flowing down his shirt.

The glass shard embedded deep in his waist caused heart-piercing pain, but he didn’t particularly care.

He felt greater pleasure in seeing Chairman Gi’s distorted face.

To erect the final tombstone in this massive grave, he willingly offered himself as the most tragic sacrifice.

“Gi Gyeong-un, you are under arrest for attempted murder and aggravated assault!”

With the detective’s shout, Chairman Gi was subdued and slammed to the floor, his head bent, while experienced investigators placed the blood-stained glass fragment from his hand into an evidence bag.

“We also plan to execute a post-arrest warrant for charges of conspiracy to murder An Dae-cheon and An Dae-jin, and destruction of evidence. You have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney.”

While the Miranda rights were being read, Chairman Gi howled like a beast and struggled desperately.

The sight of a man who had reigned above the law his entire life being pressed down on cold marble floors and handcuffed was eerily pathetic.

“Let go of this! How dare you lay hands on me! Taejun, you ungrateful bastard! Are you even human!”

As Chairman Gi’s vile curses faded like hallucinations, Taejun forced himself to hold onto his collapsing vision and watched until the end as he was taken away.

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On the path across the vast garden toward the garage, droplets of blood seeping from Taejun’s waist formed a trail on the green grass.

With each step, hot liquid flowed down his pants leg, making his spine shiver, but somehow anxiety preceded the excruciating pain.

Taejun raised his trembling wrist to check the time and exhaled a shallow breath, furrowing his brow slightly.

“Shit, I’m late.”

Thirty minutes. Believing he could finish everything and return within that time had been an arrogant miscalculation.

Until the very last moment, had he expected that even a trace of feeling toward blood relatives remained in that vile human’s heart?

Though he knew intellectually that if dialogue failed, the man would resort to violence in his madness, he hadn’t anticipated that he would be tenacious enough to thrust a weapon into his own son without hesitation.

It was the only misjudgment that deviated from his meticulously calculated plan.

Taejun struggled to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, as if trying to erase Gi Gyeong-un’s face, which had been despicable to the very end.

He desperately needed the harsh nicotine, but his fingertips had no strength, making even the simple task of opening the lighter lid burdensome. Staring at his trembling fingertips, he eventually gave up trying to light it.

The garage was right ahead. When he opened that door and went out, his steps grew heavy at the thought that Hae-yeong might be gone.

In fact, wouldn’t it be rather fortunate if she had abandoned everything and left?

If she, who had endured in this narrow and suffocating world he had forcibly designed, could fly freely into the sky, that would surely be the best ending for Hae-yeong.

If Hae-yeong, who had pushed him away with resentful eyes but couldn’t quite abandon him, had made up her mind and left, it would be something to celebrate.

Taejun threw the blood-stained cigarette on the ground, trampled it, and opened the garage door.

The moment he saw his car still sitting there alone, he paradoxically felt profound relief.

He tried to make his limping gait appear normal by leaning against the wall and slowly moving his feet.

With his jacket tightly buttoned to hide his torn waist, Taejun opened the driver’s door and sat down as if collapsing.

Hae-yeong, who had been hanging her head low, suddenly looked up to examine Taejun’s face.

“Are you okay?”

“You didn’t leave?”

Questions checking on each other’s well-being crossed simultaneously.

At least it was fortunate that the wound was around his waist.

Not a single drop of blood had splattered on his face, so he could get by without Hae-yeong noticing.

He just needed to drop Hae-yeong off at a nearby hotel and go to the hospital for treatment. Taejun spoke indifferently.

“It took forty-two minutes. Why didn’t you leave?”

“I didn’t realize that much time had passed…”

“Liar.”

This time, Taejun quietly uttered the words that Hae-yeong always said like a habit.

As strength gradually drained from his body, Taejun buried his head against the steering wheel and turned to look at Hae-yeong’s clear complexion.

She, who had survived alone in this hellish Hannam-dong estate and sat before him, felt utterly surreal.

“It was really noisy outside. What happened inside? I think I heard police car sounds too…”

“He was arrested.”

“Who? The old man?”

When Taejun nodded weakly, Hae-yeong’s eyes widened.

“H-how? Then, did you directly…”

Instead of answering, Taejun forced himself to reach out and start the engine.

As the engine’s low vibration transmitted through the seat, throbbing pain swept through his entire body.

About 5 minutes to the nearest hotel. He could drive that short distance without losing consciousness.

Taejun gripped the steering wheel tighter as he exited the garage.

Inside the car that had left the garage, heavy silence hung so thick that no sound could be heard.

Taejun gripped the steering wheel tighter, but holding onto his constantly slipping vision was all he could manage.

Five minutes. That short distance felt as long as an eternity.

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