TCBW C100

Chapter 100

Han let out a deep sigh, finally realizing—too late—the true meaning behind Dowoon’s intentions. He had snapped in anger, thinking the added clause was meaningless noise, never imagining it would corner him this completely.

Even if he had understood from the start, nothing would have changed. Dowoon had come prepared, fully resolved.

[Even if the party concerned is imprisoned or receives criminal or civil punishment, or causes any legal issues, the stock transfer shall still be executed.]

“…Yes.”

Han moved to open the door and leave, his heart heavy.

At that moment, Dowoon spoke again, as if one last thought had occurred to him.

“Before you go, there’s one thing I’d like to ask.”

Han turned back with a sneer.

“Hah. You’ve already decided my daughter’s sentence for me—what could you possibly want now? Do you really think I’ll answer you obediently?”

“You never know. Your answer might work out in your favor.”

“Don’t take me for a fool.”

The anger boiling in Han’s chest surged. To him, this question felt like yet another humiliation—using his daughter again as leverage.

“Just how far do you intend to look down on me? Do you really think I’ll answer something like that?”

Dowoon met his gaze calmly. He knew full well that this was not the best moment to ask. But if he didn’t ask now, he might never learn the truth.

“Even if it hadn’t been me, crimes eventually demand payment.”

“Payment?!”

“…I’ll ask plainly. How did Han Sara, a private investor, come to possess more shares than most members of the Lee family?”

Han glared down at him as if staring at something filthy, his breathing rough and uneven. It was a question that scraped directly against his pride.

“I thought you resembled your grandfather more,” Han spat. “But looking at how you act, you’re your father’s son after all. Blood really doesn’t lie.”

Dowoon frowned.

His father?

Why bring that up now?

Seeing Dowoon’s confusion, Han’s expression twisted further.

“Once, your father asked me to find him pregnant dominant Omegas. I was in distribution even back then, so I could procure rare ones—extremely rare ones—nearly a dozen.”

“…Pregnant Omegas?”

“That was the price. The shares. I received Yongseong stock under Sara’s name as payment. Your father was insane. Not just obsessed with Omegas—he demanded only ones carrying children. His taste was so filthy it made my skin crawl.”

Han laughed bitterly.

“And now that I think about it… you’re just like him.”

Dowoon’s jaw tightened.

“…What happened to them?”

“There were rumors Yongseong gave them jobs. Maybe they’re among your many ‘mothers.’ Who knows.”

Han burst into mocking laughter.

“Tragic fate, isn’t it? A family rotten with obsession over Omegas. That filthy blood of yours—obsessed, reckless, making enemies everywhere. You’ll regret crossing Saeman someday. You’ll curse that blood.”

With venom still dripping from his words, Han turned his back.

“So. I guess you haven’t reconciled with your father after all. You can’t even ask him something like this.”

He clicked his tongue and disappeared down the corridor.

An father he couldn’t even question.

Perhaps Yongseong was no different from Saeman—both houses reeking of rot.

Normally, Dowoon would have dismissed such words as lowly provocation.

But when he thought of Suhoe, he couldn’t deny them.

Omega-obsessed bloodline.

After concluding the deal, Dowoon checked the time the moment he exited the building.

He was already far later than promised.

Damn it.

Outside, the darkening sky spread like ink, stirring memories of the illusion he’d seen in turbulence—

a frail Omega crying.

Someone who might, even now, be enduring things alone.

The thought gnawed at him.

By the time the car reached Balhwadong, it was deep into the night.

Haeeon, arms full of luggage, looked around only to realize Dowoon was nowhere in sight. When he asked the security staff, the answer came easily.

“He already went inside.”

“…Already?”

“Yes. He hurried.”

Haeeon let out a dry laugh.

Honestly, this was exactly what he’d expected.

All the way back, Dowoon had stared out the window instead of his documents—fixated not on the scenery, but on what lay beyond it. Haeeon knew exactly where his thoughts had been.

He glanced up at the top floor of the apartment, shrugged, and muttered,

“Well then. Let’s clock out.”

He loaded the luggage back into the car and slid into the passenger seat.

“…Just like this?” the driver hesitated.

“It’s fine. I’ll take responsibility.”

At that, the car finally pulled away.

Haeeon opened the window slightly and murmured under his breath,

“Carrying all that luggage up would only get in the way anyway.”

Inside the apartment, the moment Dowoon opened the door, he pulled his wife into his arms.

“Dowoon…?”

Ignoring Suhoe’s startled voice, he held him tightly.

“Did something happen?” Suhoe asked softly, worry written all over his face.

Dowoon didn’t answer.

He only tightened his hold.