Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Aftermath
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Jin-seong instantly grasped the situation and hurried over.
The staff surrounding Na-young recognized him and parted to let him through. Jin-seong approached her side and quietly asked,
"Na-young, are you okay?"
"Oppa... my stomach... it hurts so much..."
Na-young was clutching her belly, her voice breaking into sobs.
Jin-seong's gaze turned ice-cold.
Sensing that Na-young's condition was far from normal, he decided they needed to get to a hospital immediately.
At that moment, the agitated woman shouted sharply at him again.
"Hey! Are you family? This woman pushed my kid! How are you going to take responsibility?!"
Jin-seong slowly turned to face her.
His expression held both fury and a chilling composure.
He spoke in a low voice.
"You fucking bitch."
The woman flinched at his curse but quickly flared up again, screaming,
"What did you say? Did you just curse at me? This is why uneducated trash like you..."
Jin-seong glared at her as if he could kill her and said,
"Listen up, you fucking bitch. The sister you did that to is pregnant right now. I don't know what happened, but your kid ran into her arm, so you hit a pregnant woman? You think only your brat matters? If anything happens to that baby, I'll make sure your kid pays for it too. Pray they're both fine."
Jin-seong turned away from her as if she wasn't worth another word and calmly instructed the staff.
"We need to get Na-young to the hospital right now. Secure the CCTV footage just in case, call the police, and get this bitch's information."
The staff moved swiftly to follow his orders.
Jin-seong gently helped Na-young to her feet and supported her.
Na-young wrapped her arms around her belly in pain, and Jin-seong's face was filled with worry and rage.
As the staff went to secure the CCTV footage, the woman's eyes flickered with panic.
But Jin-seong didn't spare her a single glance as he led Na-young out of the cafe.
He carefully settled her into the back seat of the car parked out front, then rushed to the driver's seat.
And with that, he floored it toward the hospital.
Even after their car sped away, the cafe was left with the still-agitated woman muttering to herself, her tearful child, stunned staff, and customers watching the scene unfold.
After Jin-seong whisked Na-young away from the cafe, the woman belatedly realized that the employee she'd shoved was pregnant.
Her face drained of color, and fear gripped her.
No matter how angry she'd been, shoving a pregnant woman—if something happened to the baby, this was no small matter. The thought raced through her mind.
Her hands and feet trembled, her lips parched.
"What do I do... what am I gonna do..."
As she muttered, she felt the cold stares from the surrounding customers and staff, plunging her into even greater anxiety.
One of the staff had already called the police.
They quickly secured the CCTV footage, while others meticulously recorded the details of the incident, faithfully carrying out Jin-seong's instructions.
Before long, two police officers arrived at the cafe.
When the police asked for the sequence of events, the staff promptly showed them the CCTV, and eyewitness customers chimed in with their accounts.
The woman had no room left for excuses.
One officer said gravely to her,
"You'll need to come with us to the station."
She hung her head, overcome with regret for her actions, and left the cafe with the officers.
The entire scene was captured on the smartphones of the onlookers.
Jin-seong rushed Na-young to the OB-GYN clinic.
Upon arrival, he urgently explained the gravity of the situation, and the medical staff quickly began examining her.
During the wait, Jin-seong fidgeted endlessly, leg bouncing, nails bitten to the quick from tension and anxiety.
Moments later, the doctor called Jin-seong and Na-young into the exam room.
Jin-seong's face was rigid with worry and fear.
"Fortunately, the baby is fine. There was some impact, but no major issues. The mother was quite shaken, though, so she absolutely needs rest for the next few days. Have her take it easy at home."
Hearing the doctor's words, Jin-seong felt a weight lift from his chest.
He let out a long, held breath of relief.
Na-young wiped away her tears, sniffling.
Leaving the hospital, Jin-seong helped Na-young into the car and headed home.
The whole drive, he couldn't hold back his anger and lectured her.
"I told you to quit that job ages ago—why didn't you listen? What if something had happened to the baby? What would you have done?"
Na-young hung her head, listening quietly, then finally sighed and said,
"I got it, oppa. I was scared too, so please, just drop it..."
Jin-seong felt a pang of pity for his sister.
How terrified must she have been?
It was her own child, after all.
He said no more.
Instead, he lightly patted her shoulder in comfort.
Arriving at Na-young's place, Jin-seong walked her to the door and emphasized once more,
"Don't think about anything—just rest up. Stress isn't good for the baby. I'll handle the rest, so don't worry."
"Yeah... thanks, oppa."
Na-young went inside, and Jin-seong watched to make sure she got in safely before heading to the police station.
The hospital had already notified the police, and he'd told them he'd come in person.
Jin-seong's car pulled up in front of the station, and he stepped out with a hardened expression, entering the building.
Scanning the room, he spotted the woman in the corner, fidgeting nervously with her hands. It was her.
"What brings you here?"
When an officer asked, Jin-seong replied simply,
"I'm the one who called earlier."
The officer nodded, recognizing him.
"Ah, you're that person. The CCTV is crystal clear, and we have plenty of evidence. Do you want to press charges?"
Jin-seong answered firmly,
"Of course. No leniency or settlements. Punish her properly."
The officer said nothing more in the face of his resolve.
"Understood. We'll proceed that way. You can go now."
As Jin-seong turned to leave, the woman rushed out desperately, blocking his path.
"I'm truly sorry. I didn't know she was pregnant. Please forgive me just this once. I was wrong. Please, don't press charges..."
She begged tearfully.
Her child wailed pitifully nearby, but she was too distraught to even care for the kid.
But Jin-seong's face remained stone-cold.
The rage of someone touching his family boiled within him.
Jin-seong had once lived a rough life, running thugs and dabbling in illegal dealings.
He lived quietly now, but he wasn't the type to let something like this slide.
He looked at her with icy eyes and said coldly,
"Find out for yourself what it means to mess with my family. Good luck with what's coming."
With those final words, Jin-seong walked past her to his car.
She collapsed to the ground, unable even to grab him, staring blankly as he drove away in a daze, her mind shattered.
Her child kept crying beside her, and in that moment, she began to realize the enormity of her mistake.
Truth be told, she was the one who wanted to cry.
Gazing blankly at Jin-seong's departing car, she trembled in fear of the consequences awaiting her.
My name is Kim Min-su.
I'm a businessman who started with a small tteokbokki shop in Daegu and grew it into a nationwide chain.
Thanks to the unique sauce I developed myself, customers poured in, and the chain steadily expanded.
With business booming, I achieved financial stability. I gave my wife plenty of household money and asked her to focus on raising our child at home.
Then one day, I got a call from her.
Her trembling voice was nothing like her usual self—what could be wrong?
"Honey... I've been sued."
My vision went dark.
She'd clearly done something stupid. Irritation surged.
"What the hell? What did you do to get sued?"
Listening to her explanation only made me angrier.
Shoving a pregnant woman? And we have a kid at home—how could she act like that?
"Why the hell would you shove a pregnant woman? Are you insane?"
She kept sniffling excuses about not knowing, but it was all just that—excuses.
She'd screwed up, plain and simple.
Rushing to the station, I saw our child sobbing in the corner, and my wife sitting there like a zombie.
I handed the kid to her and followed the officer to review the CCTV. My face burned red.
I, who'd built everything from self-employment, hated entitled bullies the most—and there was my wife, acting just like one.
In the footage, she was yelling at the employee and even shoving her.
I couldn't even look up from the shame. After apologizing profusely to the officer, I dragged myself out of the station.
The drive home was thick with heavy silence.
Once there, the kid had cried themselves to sleep from exhaustion.
I put them in bed and immediately tore into my wife.
"What the hell were you thinking? I busted my ass in self-employment to build this, and my own wife pulls this entitled crap? Are you out of your mind?"
She started off insisting she was wronged, but as she saw my fury, she crumbled and began to cry.
"Honey, can't you at least get me a lawyer? I know I messed up, but..."
I shook my head firmly.
"That's not the issue here. We saw the CCTV. What good's a lawyer gonna do? If you're wrong, own it and beg for leniency with genuine remorse. No excuses, no playing victim."
"But..."
"Listen. If it was winnable, I'd hire a hundred lawyers. But this? No amount of lawyers can save you. Admit it and grovel. You need to start thinking before you act. Money doesn't excuse shit like this."
Faced with my unyielding stance, she finally bowed her head.
I didn't know back then how wise that decision would prove.
It was simply the best judgment I could make as a businessman, a father, and the head of the household.