Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 22

During the flight, Yujin imagined countless things. A strict but kind father, a gentle and caring mother, mischievous or blunt brothers, maybe even a lovely younger sibling. He pictured family photos where people with different hair colors and skin tones gathered together, smiling brightly.

He vaguely hoped that maybe he too could have that kind of dreamlike family, like something out of a book or movie. But unfortunately, that hope was shattered not long after.

No one welcomed him at the mansion. In fact, he wasn’t even allowed to stay in Delight, the grand estate. The place where Yujin lived was a small annex located at the far end of the vast grounds. He had to live alone there, and aside from the occasional visits from staff who came to provide necessary services, no one came by. The only exception was when Harold Campbell, the man who had brought him here and the master of the mansion, would call for him.

The only people who spoke to him were the servants and Harold. The servants only exchanged brief, necessary words. In reality, Harold was the only one Yujin actually talked to.

Whenever Harold called him to his room, Yujin would be filled with excitement. Back then, all he could think about was how to make Harold happy. He was so lonely, so desperate for affection. The attention of the only person who acknowledged him was unbearably precious. Yujin could do anything if it meant pleasing Harold. He would do whatever Harold wanted — just to be loved by him. At that time, Harold was everything to Yujin.

That was why he stayed up all night, memorizing and studying a language he couldn’t even understand. Thanks to that, whenever he met Harold, the man would be surprised and pleased at how much his language skills had improved. Yujin was so happy to see that reaction, he devoted himself even harder to his studies. Within less than a year, he became quite fluent in English, thanks to skipping sleep and putting in endless effort.

But Harold was too busy. Even back then, Yujin hadn’t seen him for nearly two months and was feeling incredibly down. Harold gave him everything material, but what Yujin really needed was warmth.

Of course, he never said that out loud. He was afraid that complaining would make Harold dislike him, so he always said he was fine.

But he couldn’t pretend when he was alone. Yujin was lonely. He always felt empty. Even though he was already twelve, he was still too young to endure such solitude. In the end, while aimlessly searching for four-leaf clovers in the garden, he ended up bursting into tears.

That was when Winston appeared in front of Yujin.

He thought he heard birds chirping faintly in the distance. Yujin blinked as he lay blankly on the bed. Gradually waking up, his mind began to clear. At the same time, the memories he had been ignoring came rushing back.

"Don’t worry, Yujin. You just have to give me a child. Then the secret will stay hidden."

The words Winston had said resurfaced, and a sharp pain struck his chest again.

What should I do.

Cold sweat ran down his back. Even if they got married, no matter how many times they slept together, the will’s condition would never be fulfilled. Winston couldn’t even imagine it.

That after giving birth to Angela, Yujin could no longer have children.

A groan escaped from deep in his throat. Not wanting to wake the child sleeping beside him, Yujin clamped his mouth shut with one hand and tried # Nоvеlight # to calm his breathing.

Hoo, hoo.

Taking slow, deep breaths through his narrow airway, his ragged breathing gradually steadied. Once the dizziness faded, he lowered his hand and looked to the side. His daughter was still fast asleep. Seeing her peaceful face, he couldn’t hold back and pulled her tightly into his arms. The sound of her soft breathing gradually calmed him down.

When he opened his eyes again, Yujin’s expression had completely changed.

I’ll protect her. No matter what I have to do.

If Winston found out Angela was really his child.

Yujin couldn’t afford to relax. Above all, they were living under the same roof. Right now, Winston firmly believed Angela was Harold’s daughter, but if even a hint of doubt arose, everything would be exposed instantly. Just imagining that day made Yujin’s heart ache and his breathing quicken.

There was no choice.

He absolutely couldn’t let it be discovered. If the worst happened — if it was revealed that Yujin couldn’t have children anymore and Angela turned out to be Winston’s child — Winston would stop at nothing to take her away.

To secure the inheritance.

There was no doubt about McCoy’s skills, the lawyer who had twisted countless arguments to win in court. And Yujin knew he would never win against them.

What he needed to do was clear.

Yujin forced himself to focus.

Find the right moment and run away with Angela. Until then, he had to hide the fact that he couldn’t have children.

Those were the only two things he needed to do.

Morning sunlight filled the breakfast room with a bright glow, and a faint aroma of coffee lingered in the air. The butler poured strong black coffee into his master’s empty cup, quickly scanned the table to make sure nothing was missing, and then quietly stepped away without disturbing the peaceful meal.

Left alone, Winston held several documents in his hand. They were the prenuptial agreement Yujin had signed the previous day. He hadn’t even read them properly before scribbling his name on them.

The contract naturally included a clause stating Yujin would never claim any part of Angela’s inheritance. Once Yujin realized this later, he would deeply regret it. But of course, Winston hadn’t bothered to explain the details.

With this, the family’s fortune was perfectly protected from the shameless swindler. Yujin might abandon the now useless child. That, however, meant nothing to Winston. His mind was elsewhere.

No, his mind was still full of Yujin. More precisely, the look of fear from the previous day, when Yujin thought he might lose the child.

If it was revealed that the child was Harold’s, Winston would be in trouble too. Still, he had no choice but to gamble. If Yujin refused the DNA test and agreed to marry, that would be ideal. And even if he agreed to the test and it turned out Angela was his half-sibling, Winston had prepared alternatives.

Who would pass up a gamble they were guaranteed to win?

The unexpected variable was Yujin’s reaction.

...Could he be serious?

Winston frowned as the thought crossed his mind, but he soon shook his head. Impossible.

He hadn’t expected Yujin to pale and tremble so much from a simple test proposal. He had been genuinely terrified of losing the child. And he clearly wanted to continue hiding the fact that Angela was Harold’s child.

Could it be... did he actually love my father?

Just imagining it made Winston sick. That couldn’t be. Yujin was just a whore obsessed with money.

No — he had to be. Winston couldn’t be wrong. Yujin had sold himself to his father for money. That was all.

But what if he wasn’t?

Winston’s thoughts suddenly stopped. He tried to ignore the speculation he never wanted to acknowledge, but deep inside, doubt had already taken root.

If he really loved my father...

"Mr. Campbell."

A familiar voice pulled him back to reality. Winston quickly buried the ominous thought and turned to the butler. As always, his master’s attitude was unchanged, so the butler spoke politely.

"Madam Campbell has arrived. Shall I show her in?"

He had been expecting this. Winston nodded briefly and took a sip of his coffee. While spreading butter on his second slice of bread, the butler returned with his mother.

"Winston."

Camellia — Madam Campbell — called his name before even sitting down. Her face was tense, and she even looked angry. After confirming that the butler had discreetly stepped away, she finally spoke.

"Is it true you’re marrying that thing?"