CHAPTER: 005 Sir, You Need to Exercise?!
CHAPTER: 005 Sir, You Need to Exercise?!
When he asked Garam in a gentle voice,
“Ahng—”
Garam answered strongly.
Only then did Yoonseul notice the people around him.
“……”
It seemed he had embarrassed himself without realizing it.
Haa— so embarrassing. Damn it.
The lawyer also had nothing to say after hearing the lament of a young man in his twenties.
He was repeating “Yoon Kiyeong, you fucking bastard” hundreds of times in his head.
Then—
“Where is that Hong Jiyeon woman’s baby?”
The young man asked in a voice still wet with tears.
“Currently—the babysitter we hired is taking care of the baby at a hotel.”
“Bring the baby to me.”
“Then you’ll be receiving the full inheritance?”
The young man’s eyes turned fierce.
“Do you think I’m taking a baby because of inheritance?”
“…I didn’t say that, but…”
As the lawyer pushed up his rimless glasses with his index finger, Yoonseul patted the baby in his arms and said in a low voice,
“You said the baby’s only eight months old. Even with a mom and dad’s love, it still wouldn’t be enough. He might go overseas—not even in Korea—and grow up loved in someone else’s arms… but what if he doesn’t?”
Still patting Garam’s back, Yoonseul continued,
“Am I—someone who calls himself an older brother, and on top of that a doctor—going to send my younger siblings overseas when I know they exist?”
Yoonseul’s voice was low but steady.
And it carried through every corner of the café.
Clap clap clap—
Suddenly, someone started clapping.
“That’s right! He’s blood, and he’s a baby—you can’t send him overseas.”
“Those baby moms are worse than animals. The young man made the right choice.”
“The babies are blessed… they met an amazing older brother—”
Most of the people in the café supported Yoonseul.
A few who had been studying slammed their books shut with a thud.
Unable to study in this atmosphere, they glared irritably at Yoonseul and the lawyer and sucked down their drinks.
Han Gisu put the wills back into his bag and said,
“Then we’ll proceed on our end with you receiving the inheritance, and we’ll bring the baby to your home tomorrow.”
“Do that.”
Yoonseul stood up, put the baby’s hat on, fastened his clothes tightly, and left the café.
The lawyer stayed behind and let out a sigh.
Sorry… Still, what Mr. Yoonseul gave up might be bigger than what those women gave up… Yoon Kiyeong, you fucking piece of shit.
After cursing his deceased client to himself, the lawyer gathered his documents and left.
Step— step—
Thinking about the baby, he should have taken a taxi and gotten home quickly, but he wanted to cool his head.
He zipped up his padded jacket so no wind would get into the baby’s clothes.
Maybe because he had the baby in his arms, he wasn’t cold—but the cold wind cleared his head.
Those women who abandoned even motherly love for their own lives.
And his father.
The moment he thought of the man who had followed instinct even knowing death was near—
something surged up from deep in his stomach.
“Go to hell!”
Yoonseul shouted into the street and spat out the anger he had been holding in.
The next day.
Ding-dong—
The old doorbell rang.
When he pressed the intercom, the front gate opened.
Only one person came in.
When Yoonseul opened the front door, the lawyer was pulling a stroller into the yard, panting as he leaned on it.
That feeling—
Well, if it was your first time coming here, it couldn’t be helped.
This mountain neighborhood was far too steep for an ordinary person.
Pushing a stroller up here would be even worse.
“Welcome.”
“Ah, hello.”
“Wasn’t it hard pushing the stroller up? You would’ve been better off using a baby carrier…”
At Yoonseul’s concern, Han Gisu jumped and waved both hands.
“Oh— no, that’d be a disaster. I don’t want my wife asking if I cheated.”
“……”
Yoonseul fell silent, slipped into his slippers, and stepped into the yard.
He glanced at the baby fussing in the stroller, then picked the baby up.
It was cold out, but maybe he’d gotten hot climbing the steep road—Han Gisu was fanning himself.
“Come inside.”
“Huh? Yes.”
As Han Gisu entered the house, Yoonseul smoothly picked the baby up and tied the wrap around himself.
Seeing that, the lawyer glanced around and asked,
“And the baby from yesterday?”
“He’s sleeping.”
“I see. First, please read the original will and these documents, and sign them.”
“Just a moment.”
Yoonseul poured barley tea into a cup and set it in front of the lawyer.
“Thank you.”
While Han Gisu drank, Yoonseul read the documents one by one, then sat down and signed.
Handing back the fountain pen, Yoonseul spoke with difficulty,
“Ah— there’s something I’d like to ask…”
“Go ahead.”
“You said you hired a babysitter for this baby at the hotel, right?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hire a babysitter too. Could I get their contact information?”
“Of course. You’ll need someone for emergencies, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll text you the contacts affiliated with our law office.”
“Yes— thank you.”
“And take this USB as well.”
“Ah—the coin wallet, right?”
“Yes. The password is your name and date of birth.”
Why did his dead father make the password his name and birthdate?
It was strange—but whatever.
“…Understood.”
After everything was finished, the lawyer stood.
“Can we send the baby supplies by delivery to this address?”
“Do that.”
Han Gisu found Yoonseul’s calm responses oddly intimidating.
At the front gate, he asked,
“A lot of childcare funds will be deposited… Are you thinking of moving?”
Yoonseul caught what he didn’t say.
“I’m not moving. This is actually a good neighborhood—it’s just hard to climb.”
“I see. I’ll contact you about the babysitter.”
“Please do.”
After the lawyer left, Yoonseul looked down at the baby sleeping in the wrap.
“You were abandoned too, so your heart must hurt. But you’ve got an older brother in the same situation. You won’t be lonely, right?”
“Awng— woo—”
After smoothing the baby’s hair, Yoonseul went back inside.