「 Cha Jung Hyuk (Father) XY / Yoo Si Woo (Son) XY / Paternity probability : 99.999999875….% 」
“There’s a saying my old lady used to repeat whenever she saw me. That you can’t hide a pregnancy.”
His heavy and languid eyes looked towards her pale face. His slightly tilted lips leaked a faint smirk.
“But there is. That thief woman.”
In Da Jung’s blue chilled hands, the DNA test paper crumpled. Da Jung tried to calm her troubled breath and found her voice.
“It’s… my child. It has nothing to do with you, Executive Director.”
Jung Hyuk laughed out loud as if it was absurd.
How could she dare to be so bold, giving birth to and raising my child on her own? No, it’s shameless. Perhaps that’s why. Each time I saw her, a wave of disgust rose within me.
I’m not quite sure why I feel this way. I don’t know which part is disgusting.
She probably didn’t intentionally decide to have a child. Jung Hyuk knew this much at least.
If she had initially planned some scheme, she would have approached me with the genetic test results much earlier.
With a fiveyearold boy, whose eyes were large, clear, and innocent, at her side, or no, she would have approached me five years ago, pushing an ultrasound image at me and saying something like this:
“It’s your child. Therefore, you must take responsibility.”
For Da Jung too, pregnancy was probably a type of accident. He also knew that she had no way to inform him about this accident.
However, what he still could not understand was the fact that she had manifested the result of this accident and brought it into the world.
Why she made that choice was not immediately important. The real reason for his anger was something else.
She should have told him. At least when they reunited. Not avoiding the topic and skirting around it.
She should have told him that she had given birth to and was raising a child that shared more than 99% of his genes, that somehow, it had turned out that way…
He might have been surprised and dumbfounded, but he wouldn’t have felt as bitter as he did now.
“You seem quite confident?”
“……Because I have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Really? Then should I sue you? To see if I can get back what you stole from me five years ago.”
“What do you mean…….”
His gaze, which was calmly observing the flustered Da Jung, suddenly turned ruthless.
“Do you even know what you’ve done?”
The low, spatout words were unprecedentedly heavy and sharp. Complex emotions crossed the usually calm man’s face.
“How could you do such a thing without losing your mind.”
“I, I…….”
She thought she needed to rebut, but Da Jung’s stunned lips could not utter a single word.
Was that it? Was her decision a crazy act?
She had given birth to a child from a man she had only spent a night with. And it was a fact that she had thoroughly excluded the child’s father from her decision.
He was someone she was not going to meet again. However, the situation was different now.
She wasn’t misunderstanding. It must have been a bolt from the blue for him.
He was about to get married, so it was not pleasant. Somehow, her and Si Woo’s existence must be bothering him. Or even annoying him.
That’s why Da Jung had to be even more confident and upright.
If not, it would be like denying Si Woo’s existence. Because Si Woo, her everything, would become a child born out of a mistake.
Da Jung could assert. Even if she could go back five years, she would make the same decision.
She was worried about the silence that wouldn’t end when his voice echoed again in the car. He had regained his composure by then.
“Rest easy, Miss Yoo Da Jung. I won’t sue.”
Jung Hyuk let out a light sigh.
The woman was right. After all, the child had nothing to do with him to begin with.
The more he thought, the more he agreed.
“I agree. You went ahead and had the child, what can I possibly do? There’s no reason for me to take responsibility.”
Although this was the answer she wanted, for some reason, Da Jung felt a pang in her heart.
Regardless, it was a fortunate conclusion. With renewed determination, Da Jung hammered the point home.
“That’s right. You, sir, have no responsibility. So, please, refrain from showing any interest in the future.”
“……”
Jung Hyuk’s eyelids slowly descended, then rose again.
A strange feeling of displeasure washed over him. I understand. I agree. But, when she blatantly made her point, it, in turn, rubbed him the wrong way.
Switching his unsettled expression for a clearer one, he smirked.
“Quick to the point, that’s nice. I get it. You may go now, Miss Yoo Da Jung.”
Chairman Park’s eyebrows shot up. The face of his grandson, who was pushing through the heavy doors, seemed unusually gloomy compared to his usual demeanor.
“Grandmother, why again?”
He obeyed her instructions, yet grumbled in her presence. Although he seemed to disapprove of everything and appeared often dissatisfied, he was a naturally compliant young man.
Chairman Park, as usual, took his grumbling grandson’s jacket and patted his back.
“Why? Tomorrow is your father’s memorial day, that’s why.”
“……”
A look of surprise briefly crossed Jung Hyuk’s face as he looked at Chairman Park.
He roamed abroad like a migratory bird, but always made sure to return to Korea at least once a year. That time of the year was his father’s memorial day.
Whether it was because his head had been heavy for several days, or because he was in a rotten mood, he was annoyed at the realization that he had completely forgotten his father’s memorial day, which he had never forgotten until now.
He took a light sigh and walked straight to the sofa, burying himself in it. Chairman Park watched closely as he lazily loosened his tie.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.”
He dismissively spat out the word, but his complexion was noticeably different than usual. Chairman Park didn’t ask any further.
“Go wash up and come down for dinner.”
“Later.”
Jung Hyuk briefly answered, and then guided Chairman Park to sit on the sofa. He then lay down, resting his head on his grandmother’s frail knees.
He’s such a big baby. Not that Chairman Park minded. She wore a gentle smile as she stroked her grandson’s hair.
“Sleep here tonight, and tomorrow we’ll go to see your father together.”
There was no answer, but Chairman Park knew her grandson would follow her words.
“Are you tired?”
“Yeah.”
Seeing his sullen face, Chairman Park felt a pang of sympathy and gently patted Jung Hyuk’s broad shoulder.
His previously closed eyelids lifted.
“Grandmother. What was it like… back then?”
“Back then? When?”
“When you first met me.”
When we first met. As if recalling that moment, the old, wrinkled eyes of Chairman Park became absorbed in reminiscence.
“What was it like? I wondered if this boy was really my grandson.”
A contented smile played at the corners of Chairman Park’s mouth.
“And as time went by, I was certain he was my grandson.”
With that final word, Jung Hyuk closed his eyes again.
He thought back intently. Yoo Si Woo. What was it like when he first saw that child?
He couldn’t remember well.
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