A Taste to Spit Out - Chapter 20
I was so captivated by that unfamiliar sight of his retreating figure that I belatedly realized there was a stream in the direction he was heading. He had hurried off to wash himself.
“H-hee, Hee-jae.”
Limping, the gravekeeper came closer to me.
“They said y-you hurt your head, didn’t they?”
“W-what? You hurt your head?” He repeated the question.
“Yes…”
I nodded slightly. He was a distant relative of mine. It seemed the rumors had traveled far, eventually reaching here.
“So that’s why you came with that bastard?”
He was the first person I had met who was negative about my marriage to Kang Yeol-jin, and
didn’t take it for granted. I was caught off guard, feeling a strange sense of bewilderment.
“Do you know who caused your family’s downfall? You must never trust that bastard.”
Suddenly, the stench returned, wafting over from somewhere. A hot wind blew. I had attempted suicide in the middle of winter, but now, this sweltering, humid breeze brushed against my skin.
It felt fake, artificial, like a play.
“He’ll stop at nothing to succeed. He won’t hesitate to do anything.”
Yes, that was the Kang Yeol-jin I knew. That was definitely the Kang Yeol-jin I knew.
“Do you happen to know something about Kang Yeol-jin?”
Why, after trying to kill me with his own hands, did he save me when I was about to hang myself? What exactly happened afterward, and why has that vile bastard changed so much?
I was full of unanswered questions that no one would resolve.
I focused on the gravekeeper’s lips—those lips, cracked and whitened from the deep wrinkles.
“Even if that bastard is hiding his claws now, he’ll soon show his true colors. That dog will try to devour everything. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just that.”
I listened blankly to his words.
“When is the baby due?”
“About six months from now…”
“Then everything will be over by then.”
A sigh escaped him, a long, drawn-out sound. His eyes gleamed with madness.
“You… you have no idea how important that child in your belly is, do you?”
I slowly scrunched my face. That gleaming look directed at my belly felt somehow unpleasant.
Without realizing it, I instinctively covered my lower abdomen with my forearm.
“Do you know where all the capital for that bastard’s Taeho comes from?”
The dog barked loudly. The hunting dog tightened its broad chest like a taut bowstring, crouching as if ready to pounce at any moment.
It sensed an enemy approaching—Kang Yeol-jin seemed to be coming closer.
“That’s all money from your father’s burial.”
“My father?”
I narrowed my eyes. Bark, bark, bark—the dog howled even louder. One thick, meaty leg was raised as if showing off, but it looked terrified, trying to act tough.
“Do you know what’s written in your father’s will?”
Bark, bark, bark— the barking grew more intense.
Now, Kang Yeol-jin stood proudly in front of it, his fierce eyes glinting. The attitude was a stark contrast to his past, rolling around like a hunting dog, and an unfamiliar sense of dissonance arose.
“Father, a will?”
I instinctively felt it—this moment was going to be very important. So, I looked straight ahead.
I carefully gauged whether Kang Yeol-jin was close enough to hear this conversation.
The gravekeeper continued, his words slowly infiltrating my eardrums like the damp air of midsummer.
“He said he would leave all his assets to Hee-jae, your child.”
And the next words pierced my mind one by one.
“Don’t be foolish and think he’s being nice to you. He’s hiding his fangs, acting like that just to get your child.”
“…….”
“Do you understand why that bastard didn’t kill you and let you live?”
