Chapter 30: JUSTICE IS SERVED
"CLIENT-NIM, you’re here."
Wonyoung nodded politely at Mr. Seo’s polite greeting. "Hello, sir. Are the couple inside?"
"Yes, Client-nim," Mr. Seo answered while nodding. "We made sure that they won’t escape."
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Client-nim. The young master has already paid me handsomely."
The ’young master’ was obviously Yun Dujun.
Mr. Seo is being careful not to mention Sunbae-nim’s name here.
That was smart.
Mr. Seo is really a professional.
"We have a generous boss," Wonyoung commented vaguely. After all, Mr. Seo didn’t know that Wonyoung was legally married to Yun Dujun. To prevent the private detective from being curious, he implied that he was working for the Alpha. "Can we come in now?"
"Of course, Client-nim," Mr. Seo said. "Let me open the door for you."
Wonyoung nodded, and then he turned to An Baekya whom he was still carrying in his arms. "It’s showtime, Baekya."
An Baekya smiled ’innocently.’ "I’m excited, Uncle Wonyoungie."
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AIGOO.
When Wonyoung heard from Yun Dujun that the Alpha had already taken care of An Baekya’s uncle, he didn’t expect to see the scumbag half-dead.
Yes, the kid’s uncle was beaten up to the point that he couldn’t get up.
And I almost didn’t recognize his swollen face...
Oh, well.
Anyway...
I’m sorry, but I can’t feel empathy for someone who beats up a small child.
"Who are you?!" the middle-aged woman screamed as soon as Wonyoung entered the house with An Baekya still in his arms. Of course, he was polite enough to remove his shoes and walked in only wearing his socks. "And why are you with my nephew?!"
The ahjumma ran towards Wonyoung as if she were trying to snatch An Baekya from his arms.
Aigoo.
However, Han Myung— who was standing behind Wonyoung quietly— moved fast and blocked the middle-aged woman.
"Ahjumma, I’m just here to tell you that I’ll be An Baekya’s foster parent from now on," Wonyoung said. He got straight to the point because he had no intention of staying there longer. "I’ll send you a copy of the legal document from NSRC later. We’re only here to grab An Baekya’s things."
After saying that, he put down the kid.
It’s frustrating how light An Baekya is.
"An Baekya, go and pack whatever you need to pack," Wonyoung said. "But leave your clothes. You won’t need those dirty rags."
"Okay, Uncle Wonyoungie," An Baekya said, and then he quickly ran towards what seemed to be his room next to the bathroom. "I’ll be quick!"
"Take your time."
"Uncle ’Wonyoungie?’" the ahjumma asked in disbelief. "My nephew doesn’t have an uncle."
"You’re the busybody who tried to take my nephew from me earlier!" the ahjussi yelled. Despite being beaten up to death, the bastard still had the nerve to open his mouth. "You’re probably one of those bastards who saw the potential in my nephew after he joined that theatre company—"
"I was a good friend to Boreum Noona."
Wonyoung’s claim shut both the ahjumma and the ahjussi up.
It’s probably because I’m talking about Jang Boreum-ssi— An Baekya’s late mother.
Of course, everything that he knew about An Baekya’s family was from the kid himself.
Starting this point, I’m just following An Baekya’s ’script.’
"L-Liar," the ahjumma said, her pupils shaking from fear. "I know all of my younger sister’s friends..."
"You’re the one who’s lying, Ahjumma," Wonyoung said bluntly. "Boreum Noona has cut you off from her life before she even got married. You only showed up at her funeral and took An Baekya in because of Boreum Noona’s insurance money. But instead of using that insurance money to raise An Baekya, you only used it to start a business scam."
It was sad how Wonyoung and An Baekya had similar life stories.
We both became orphans early, only to be taken in by relatives who just wanted to steal the insurance money left by our parents.
Was that the reason he felt so compelled to raise his future son-in-law?"
"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! What insurance money? That bitch didn’t leave any money—"
"Don’t you dare curse Boreum Noona," Wonyoung said coldly. After all, he knew that no matter how jaded An Baekya had become, hearing this ahjumma curse at his poor mother would still hurt. "I’m taking An Baekya with me, whether you like it or not."
"Do it and I’ll sue you for kidnapping my nephew!" the ahjumma yelled, thumping her hand against her chest. "I’m An Baekya’s legal guardian!"
"Not anymore. Plus, you don’t have time to worry about An Baekya," Wonyoung said, and then he pointed at the ahjussi who was sitting on the floor (the old man couldn’t walk because one of his legs was broken). "You should be worried about your husband whom I’m sending to a deep-sea fishing vessel."
"W-What are you talking about?" the ahjussi asked, obviously scared. "What do you mean you’re sending me to a deep-sea fishing vessel?!"
"Ahjussi, you’ll work there until you pay off all the insurance money that you stole from An Baekya," Wonyoung said sternly, and then he turned to the middle-aged woman. "Ahjumma, we’ll send you to Jeju Island and you’ll work there as a Haenyeo."
The ahjumma looked shocked.
And Wonyoung knew why.
A ’Haenyeo’ is a free scuba diver, usually a woman, who harvests various marine life like seaweed, shellfish, and abalone. Yep, they do it without oxygen tanks. And, yep, it’s extremely dangerous— that was how An Baekya’s mother died.
No wonder An Baekya’s aunt looked horrified.
"W-Who gave you the right to tell us what to do—"
"Ahjumma, if you open your mouth and talk about An Baekya to anyone in any way, I’ll send you to a deep-sea fishing vessel, too," Wonyoung said coldly. "You’ll be under strict surveillance from now on, so you better watch your mouth."
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"LET US GO!"
"You can’t do this to us!"
Whew.
Wonyoung felt relieved when Yun Dujun’s bodyguards dragged An Baekya’s aunt and uncle out of the house.
They’re resisting with all their might, but they’re just wasting their energy.
The two were loud, but thankfully, none of the neighbors were nosy enough to check on what was happening there.
It’s probably because of the bodyguards around the house.
Anyway, An Baekya’s greedy relatives were loaded into a black SUV like some packages.
Han Myung will handle the rest since he heard what I said earlier.
"Uncle Wonyoungie, I’m ready to go."
Wonyoung looked down and saw An Baekya standing next to him while hugging a small, ragged backpack.
The kid had to hug it because one of the bag’s straps had snapped already.
Aigoo.
"Is that all you’re taking, Baekya?"
"Yes, Uncle Wonyoungie," An Baekya said, looking up at him. "Uncle, what are we going to do about my school? I can’t just disappear. Plus, I want to say goodbye to the hyungs and noonas in the theatre company I joined recently."
Oh, right.
We can’t just have this kid missing.
"Baekya, do you want to move to Seoul with me?" Wonyoung asked, squatting down to meet the child’s eye level. "Or would you like me to move here to Busan?"
An Baekya’s choice will determine whether I’ll accept Sunbae-nim’s job offer or not.
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