That test? Didn’t you receive the results?
“I did. But I want to check the results again. I’ll go pick them up myself.”
I see. I’ll talk to the lab about it.
“Thanks, hyung. I’ll treat you to a meal when I return.”
Sure, let me know when you come to Seoul. I’ll have them print out the results for you now.
After ending the call, Taekyung headed to Euntaek’s research lab.
Upon arriving at the lab, as Euntaek had promised, an employee handed Taekyung an envelope containing the genetic test results.
Taekyung returned to the office with the envelope and sat at his desk. Without immediately opening the result, he placed the envelope on the desk and took a moment to compose himself.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t fathom the idea that Seoha had a child with another man after meeting him. Moreover, considering Minjun, who looked so much like him, the contents of the previous result made no sense.
He picked up the trembling envelope with his shaky hands. After taking a deep breath, he opened the envelope.
Taekyung took out the documents and read them repeatedly.
Probability of Paternity (%): 99.99998]
Taekyung didn’t know what expression he was making right now. Not crying, not smiling. It was just like that.
Was it really like this?
He sighed.
Somehow, the familiar appearance, the same blood type, the same physique as himself.
Thinking of Minjun, who resembled him so much, he couldn’t comprehend the contents of the previous result.
Regardless of the genetic test, he had already decided a few days ago to raise Minjun as his own child.
Taekyung found tears streaming down his face without realizing it.
Foolish Kim Seoha.
A fool who would bear all the pain alone.
But more foolish than her was himself.
Not recognizing his own child in front of him.
Did he even have the qualifications to be a father?
It turned out that the one cursing himself was him.
What an idiotic guy.
Taekyung felt like his heart was tearing into a thousand pieces.
Having grown up watching Hyunyoung, he knew well how challenging it was to raise a child alone.
Why did he run away even though he had his own child?
Why did he tell himself that Minjun was someone else’s child?
Due to the swirling thoughts in his mind, Taekyung got a headache.
He gulped down cold water, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and placed his forearm on his forehead. Tears flowing down his cheeks sparkled in the light.
Taekyung couldn’t leave work until late in the evening.
Buzz.
The vibrating phone indicated the arrival of a message.
Taekyung didn’t even check the message and remained lost in thought for a long time.
How could he compensate for the past five years?
How could he heal the wounds he had received over those long years?
Finally, Taekyung managed to get up and checked the text message.
It was from Seoha.
[Seems like you had a busy day. I left side dishes in front of the front door. Make sure to eat.]A sob escaped from Taekyung.
Fool. This foolish Kim Seoha.
Leaving side dishes for this idiot.
What’s good about such a foolish and spineless man?
What should he do? How could he repay this sin?
If only I could go back to that time, I wanted to find Seoha no matter what.
I wanted to be there for her during the time she had to endure alone.
Lovely Minjun, that child would have shared the ecstatic moment of entering the world together.
Although there was no familiar face to see Seoha, I missed her so much.
After calming my heart, I called Seoha.
Hello?
“Yeah……. Where’s Minjun?”
As soon as I heard Seoha’s voice, Minjun came to mind.
Unconsciously, I asked about Minjun’s well-being.
Minjun, with his tightly closed mouth, exuded a cute roughness typical of a 5-year-old, and it was adorable.
I miss him. My son. My child.
A dull ache was felt in my throat as if something was stuck.
Seoha, not realizing such Taekyung, answered in her usual voice.
Minjun is getting ready to sleep now.
“Yeah. ……How’s kindergarten? Is it fun?”
He usually doesn’t talk much about kindergarten. Maybe all boys are like that.
As Seoha grumbled, a faint smile crossed Taekyung’s face.
Not the woman Kim Seoha that I know, but the mother Kim Seoha seemed even more affectionate.
How could she change like this when I couldn’t be with her?
Even that appearance was so beautiful that tears welled up.
Suppressing the sensation of a lump in his throat, Taekyung continued speaking.
“So, how is kindergarten? Why bother preparing side dishes?”
We’re eating it anyway. We’re like neighbors. Us. Haha. But why does Oppa’s voice sound like that? Is something wrong?
“Oh, no.”
Neighbors, she says.
I don’t want to be a neighbor with you.
I want to be Minjun’s dad and your husband.
When will that be possible?
What does Minjun think about his dad?
Taekyung’s thoughts kept going back to Minjun and Seoha. But he didn’t know how to see Minjun and Seoha.
Seoha, unaware of Taekyung’s feelings, responded casually.
Have you had dinner?
“No, not yet.”
Still at work, right? When will you finish?
“Soon. I have to go.”
Okay, then contact me again when you come.
“Yeah. I’ll contact you when I get home.”
Yes. Be careful.
Taekyung nodded his head. After saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.
Taekyung splashed some cold water on his face.
Minjun’s image came to mind again and disappeared.
He couldn’t figure out how to deal with the tormenting yet happy emotions.
Taekyung dispersed his overwhelming emotions with a deep sigh.
There were too many things to resolve to push forward emotionally.
Getting the hearts of Seoha, Minjun, and Myunghoon was the top priority.
He would have to talk to Hyunyoung slowly.
Even Hyunyoung, who opposed Seoha so much, Taekyung couldn’t even guess what reaction he would show.
Taekyung tidied up his desk and was about to turn off the office light when suddenly the phone in the CEO’s office rang.
Ring-ring-ring-ring.
Although he tried to ignore it, Taekyung felt like he had to answer that call for some reason.
Taekyung went back in and picked up the phone.
“Yes, this is Han Taekyung.”
H-Help me, please!
The desperate voice belonged to Song Jaeyoung, the partner of Han Taekyung and a photojournalist in critical condition.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
