Chapter 144 – Lee Junseo (Son) – I’M Her Owner
* Lee Junseo (Son) – I’m Her Owner (2)
After slamming the cup in his hand down on the woman’s head, a thought surfaced indifferently. It was a thought he would never normally entertain. A thought that he would usually find unpleasant, he understood with a strange calm today.
“Did my father ever feel like this?”
His entire life, he never wanted to think such a thing.
Honestly, that guy wasn’t even worth protecting, was he?
Less than human, trash, a sex offender, a serious criminal just by his actions.
He had absolutely no affection for that human garbage, and he didn’t want to feel any kinship by experiencing the same feelings as someone already dead.
And yet, and yet, and yet, I’m walking the same path as that human garbage right now.
No one can stop me.
I pushed my grandmother away and said I’d bury the body here, so now I’m the owner of this place.
“…………”
I held back the urge to scream and curse at the world, beyond just being angry. Even as people swarmed and dragged me from the house to the village, I suppressed the throbbing vein in my forehead. It was such a new experience that I had to endure two weeks of nausea, not knowing what to say.
I didn’t think a sprained ligament was a big deal, so when I felt a little better, I took off the bandage and vented my anger alone. The result is the current state of this room. I called a woman at my whim, held her as I pleased to relieve stress. And even after resorting to violence, I didn’t feel guilty after throwing the broken cup.
“Don’t make me say it twice. I’m going out.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Han-ah, whom I hit, is a sharp-tongued woman covered in piercings, but she’s smiling even with blood flowing from her forehead. I didn’t want to feel guilty or comfort such a subhuman product. Even though I knew this way of thinking was being influenced by my father, I didn’t care anymore. I needed this personality now.
‘Father… Mother…’
I missed those pieces of trash today. I stopped myself from saying it out loud and picked up a club from the yard, the kind used to beat dogs. As I walked out of the building blankly with it in my hand, the female servants rushed after me, drying my body with towels and putting clothes on me, always so devoted.
“What should we do with those two?”
“Wash them and bring them here.”
I thought a lot during those two weeks without going crazy.
Why does this damn bloodline keep trying to tie me to the village?
Why did that damn bitch expose my sister’s back to the entire nation?
Can’t I really just live quietly with three women?
Really.
I worried a lot.
Even as women clung to me, taking care of my needs and changing my clothes, my thoughts didn’t end. If this absurd reality crushes even my small wish, it wouldn’t be strange for me to become twisted in response. There’s a precedent in my father, so I guess I’ll just follow in his footsteps.
“Heh…”
I let out a hollow laugh at the ridiculous situation. To be walking the same path as the man I hated so much, is this what they call blood ties? And to realize I’m standing in a mahjong parlor wearing a bathrobe. I was just walking blankly, thinking of waiting for Yeo-won’s mother and Seo-woo to come to their senses, and ended up here.
“Honey, are you really okay? Can you recognize your grandma?”
“………?”
Did she happen to see me like this? Or was she following me from the start? Grandma Soon-ok, in her hanbok, was behind me, expressing her concern. It wasn’t strange since we’d been in the same building for two weeks, but I felt reluctant to respond.
“Those girls are crazy… they made my baby so angry… your face is so pale… like I said before… this grandma will get rid of all those crazy bitches, so don’t worry and go home… or did you come out for some air? Then how about changing your clothes…”
Her words of concern, her sincere face, but her affection isn’t welcome.
This face will never be directed towards my sisters.
“Grandma, how did you feel when Father went on a rampage and left the village?”
“What’s with you all of a sudden? Why are you asking that?”
“Just curious.”
“You’re not sympathizing with that human trash, are you? Don’t scratch this grandma’s heart… I don’t have much time left, and if even you do that… I really can’t live…”
Grandma might be known as a strong woman to others, but in front of me, she was just a grandma. She looked pale, thinking about what happened with my father, as if she thought it shouldn’t happen again.
“I’m different from Father. I have a conscience, I can’t go that far. But I can understand the situation to some extent, so I’m asking. Isn’t it too much to tell me not to go when I have such a bitch in front of me?”
“So you’re going to ignore this grandma and go out? In front of those wolves?”
“…………”
“Oh, dear…”
My mind was hazy, but I was still gripping the club tightly. Even I thought my attitude was scary and inhuman. Holding something like this in front of my own grandmother. My threatening attitude made her sigh and feel sorry for me.
“That bloodline… it’s a tragedy… a tragedy… oh my!”
My grandson holding a club in front of his grandmother. I could understand her feelings to some extent just from this, but despite her agitation, she wasn’t scared. Maybe it’s because of my father’s influence, or maybe she’s just a strong woman, but the fact that she’s not scared even when I’m holding a club. I don’t think I’d look scary even if I looked in the mirror.
But I had to say it.
Even if it meant killing the person in front of me, in the worst case.
I need to show that I’m this much of a piece of trash…
“Young master, please put that down…”
“You shouldn’t be holding that in front of the madam.”
“I understand you’re upset…”
“But still…”
A servant I didn’t recognize was supporting my grandmother, shrinking back. What they said was right. What am I doing in front of my own grandmother? But if I don’t do this, my words will be too light. A guy like me, who’s been lazing around with his sisters his whole life, his voice wouldn’t be worth more than a pebble on the street.
“Grandma, I’ll take care of the rest, so can you handle all the annoying procedures and talks? It’s my first time in court, so I don’t know anything. How many people go through something like this in their lives? Anyway, I’ll come back to the village, so just let me finish it.”
“What are you trying to do?!”
“I’ve said all I need to say.”
“Honey!”
She called out to me, but she didn’t say no. Maybe she’s hesitant to cross the line any further because of what happened with my father. She didn’t come closer even though I was right in front of her. Instead, a man in a suit appeared, as if he’d heard I’d come out of the building.
“Young master.”
A face that was particularly familiar to me.
The bald guy.
“If you leave it to us, we’ll take care of everything. So please stop venting your anger and go back to your room.”
His calm demeanor, as always, made my blood boil. What gives him the right to say that, when he’s one of the reasons this happened? Or is he trying to piss me off on purpose?
“You think this is just me venting…?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! This is me venting!”
Crack!
“──?!”
I naturally brought the club down on his head. He looked shocked, as if he didn’t expect me to actually hit him like the first time we met, and then his head snapped to the side. It was a wooden club, so it broke in half after hitting his head once, making it hard to use again.
“Moon Sang-ah…”
“Cough, cough, I’m fine.”
He smiled as if it was a common occurrence, but blood was streaming down his torn forehead. But neither of us held any resentment, we just acted like this was how it was supposed to be.
“The young master, whom you hated so much… he’s becoming more like his father, isn’t it funny──”
Thwack!
“Ugh… look at that…”
Before he could finish, I threw the broken piece of the club at his head. Even as the second stream of blood ran down his forehead and nose, he didn’t stop sneering.
“This is the kind of person the young master is… you can’t hide your bloodline… he’s usually so quiet, but when you mess with his family, his eyes go crazy… the eldest brother was like this and ended up leaving the village, are you still going to try to hold him back…? “
“Well… whose son is he… I thought he wouldn’t be like that, but it ended up like this…”
“He’s doing it himself, so just let him do what he wants. He almost died doing the same thing as the guy who killed his father, so wouldn’t he be angry?”
“Why does Junseo have to get his hands dirty… I said we’d take care of everything…”
“He said he wants to do it himself.”
Grandma looked at me, asking if I really had to go out and get blood on my hands, but I was too focused on something else to even notice.
This bald bastard.
Why all of a sudden?
Why did he change his tune from sneering to pretending to be on my side?
“Young master, we’ll prepare the car… please come with us…”
“What are you talking about.”
Clang!
Thud!
“!”
I hit his head twice with the wide part of the shovel, putting all my strength into it, and he fell over, probably dizzy. He was big, but he was still just a human, no match for a tool. His sunglasses fell off at the end, and the look on his face, not knowing why he was hit, was the highlight.
“Don’t try to gloss over this like when the three of us first met, Ha-eun and me and you. I was too scared to hit you back then, but not now.”
“Ugh…”
Whether you take me to a bar, protect me, or whatever, is it my business?
The things you did to Ha-eun and my family are still the same.
And if I think about what happened with Yoo-dong…
“I’ll take care of it, so don’t interfere.”
“You d-!”
I hit him again before he could say anything else.
He didn’t die, but he quieted down quickly.
“Annoying bastard.”
I gave you a chance, but you disappointed me, so I don’t need you anymore.
I’ll do it myself, you bitch.
