Husband Role - Episode 50

Jung-hyuk instinctively shielded Eun-seol. Before she could even push him away, she was trapped in his arms.

At the same time, her instincts screamed. This situation was a scene her whole body remembered, not just her mind.

Long ago, her father had shielded her from a car while she was jaywalking on her way to her elementary school entrance ceremony, and died.

It was only a fleeting moment, but a terrible past flashed through Eun-seol’s mind like a slideshow.

No!

Screech—! The car barely managed to stop in front of them. Dae-hyuk stepped out of the car, its bumper fallen off and its hood crumpled.

Jung-hyuk didn’t even look at Dae-hyuk, continuing to cup Eun-seol’s cheeks.

“Eun-seol.”

“Lee Eun-seol.”

The voice right in front of her felt distant.

It was as if all the blood had drained from Eun-seol’s body. Her mind was hazy, and her vision blurred. Her stiff jaw trembled uncontrollably.

She was just vaguely terrified.

Before she could even escape the suppressed grief, fear replaced it.

“Hey.”

Dae-hyuk, shamelessly approaching, placed a hand on Jung-hyuk’s shoulder. Jung-hyuk roughly shook it off and examined Eun-seol’s body again.

“Look at me, huh? Lee Eun-seol!”

When Eun-seol didn’t respond, Jung-hyuk took out his cell phone from his inside pocket. A drop of blood trickled down his forehead.

“Hello? I need an ambulance to Hannam-dong intersection. Hurry!”

It was when he quickly hung up the phone.

“This is the end, huh…”

Dae-hyuk grabbed Jung-hyuk’s shoulder and violently turned him around.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“…Let go.”

Jung-hyuk said in a heavy voice.

“That was deliberate just now.”

Dae-hyuk added with a brazen face.

“If you don’t want to get hurt again, shouldn’t we negotiate now?”

Eun-seol, her legs giving out, eventually collapsed to the ground.

Dae-hyuk looked down at her with a sneering gaze and opened his mouth.

“My condition is simple.”

Jung-hyuk stared at Dae-hyuk, his eyes bloodshot.

“Just take responsibility for the lawsuit result, and I won’t touch Lee Eun-seol.”

Dae-hyuk continued, contorting his face.

“Yoon Jung-hyuk, if you, you son of a bitch, block even the rat holes, even a rat will bite a cat. Don’t you get it?”

So,

“It would be better for the foundation to pay that huge amount of damages. I’ll disappear as you wish. I’m going to open a small hospital in the outskirts.”

Before Dae-hyuk could finish speaking, Jung-hyuk punched him in the face. He climbed on top of Dae-hyuk, who stumbled and fell, and began to punch him repeatedly. Thud, thud, the sound echoed miserably in the alley.

Light snow fell from the sky.

Eun-seol stared blankly at her husband’s back.

His shoulders moving powerfully up and down, the low, unfamiliar curses, and Dae-hyuk’s appearance instantly becoming a mess of blood.

Something fell onto the violence-filled street with a thud. It was Dae-hyuk’s glasses, cracked.

The series of scenes felt unreal to Eun-seol, but she instinctively knew she had to stop him.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to get up.

And step by step, she approached Jung-hyuk.

Barely managing to hug his thick shoulder, she opened her lips with difficulty.

“Stop…”

Please stop, Jung-hyuk.

“He’s not even worth it, that person.”

I’m more heartbroken by even the smallest scratch on your fist than by whatever happens to that man.

Jung-hyuk, panting, turned to look at Eun-seol. And, abandoning Dae-hyuk as if discarding him, he hugged Eun-seol.

“Why are you crying so much? Why?”

He said in a distressed voice. She didn’t know. She didn’t even realize she was crying.

“The people I love, all leave me.”

“…Eun-seol.”

“I’m okay with being sick, I’m really okay with being hurt, but I hope you don’t hurt even a little bit.”

I’m so scared.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

The terrible past and present overlapped, and she was so confused.

“I’m going to live longer than you, no matter what.”

He whispered softly in Eun-seol’s ear.

Even if it’s just one day.

“So…”

He said, as if telling her to stop being afraid,

“I’m here for you. Lee Eun-seol.”

Giving her courage again.

The sound of a siren was heard in the distance. The noise was getting closer through the falling snow.

Eun-seol remained buried in her husband’s large embrace. She cried and cried again. It was as if her whole body was becoming porous with tears, and even the old wounds were all draining away.

It was like fossilized pain. Its essence being diluted, that is, being diluted by a person was a first.

It was the dilution and defilement that she absolutely needed to live.

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The next day, Jung-hyuk visited Hocheon Hospital with a stern face.

As he entered the director’s office, Director Mok Jung-chul greeted Jung-hyuk with a somewhat stiff face.

He had received a call from Jung-hyuk in advance and was waiting with a heavy heart.

To participate in his nephew’s downfall.

‘I have no doubt that Director Mok’s intentions are the same as mine.’

That was all he said. From the beginning, Jung-chul had no choice to refuse. Even if it meant his nephew’s head would be cut off.

At one time, the Mok family held prominent positions in Hocheon Hospital.

However, after Bong-cheol’s retirement, that influence gradually declined, and now there were hardly any left.

All that remained were his nephew’s wife, who was a resident at Pohang Hocheon Hospital, and Jung-chul’s son-in-law, who was the administrative director at Gangneung Hocheon Hospital.

Everyone couldn’t sink because of Dae-hyuk.

Just Jung-chul holding his position would give hope to the family’s future.

“It’s been a while.”

Jung-hyuk said. They had met recently at Bong-cheol’s funeral.

“At that time… I apologize on behalf of my family. I’m sorry, Director Yoon.”

When there was a dispute surrounding Eun-seol, Jung-chul was driving his two-year-old grandson and daughter-in-law home.

“That’s in the past.”

Jung-hyuk said calmly, but it wasn’t in the past, which was why he had come here.

“It’s even more embarrassing that you say that. Please, have a seat first.”

Jung-chul offered him a seat and then picked up the phone. And ordered coffee.

Soon, a secretary appeared with three cups of coffee.

One cup was for the reporter who had not yet arrived.

“It’s unfortunate about Professor Mok Dae-hyuk’s situation.”

Jung-hyuk said in a clear voice. He was always gentle and without unnecessary words, but the energy he exuded was like that of a tiger.

“Did you prepare all those materials back then, Director Yoon?”

He was asking about the data on Dae-hyuk’s corruption that was first submitted to the Ethics Committee.

Jung-hyuk was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth with a slight chuckle.

“Do I have to report everything to you, Director Mok?”

Jung-chul, taken aback by the quiet question, smiled kindly.

“Of course not.”

“You said you had something to give me.”

“Ah…”

Jung-chul hesitated for a moment. After all, it was about cutting off his nephew, and he didn’t want to look like an uncle who was happily moving. He wanted to submit, but not be branded as a vile human being.

“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to.”

However, Jung-hyuk said coldly, as if he wouldn’t consider Jung-chul’s position.

“Ah, no.”

Jung-chul, startled, went to his seat. And opened the bottom drawer of his desk with a key.

What he took out from there were documents about Dae-hyuk, as well as So-hee, Jun-seo, and Min-seo.

Jung-hyuk quickly checked the contents.

Min-seo’s were related to cheating on exams and school violence. Most of it was information Jung-hyuk already knew. Among them, he tore up the school violence documents where Eun-seol was the victim.

Next, Jun-seo’s were a sight to behold. School violence was nothing. He had stolen motorcycles and cars, and robbed convenience stores. He had also assaulted the owner of an arcade, and to make matters worse, there were traces of him participating in the sexual assault of a female college student.

“…The honorary director must be shedding tears of blood in heaven.”

Jung-hyuk said.

“…I’m sorry.”

Jung-chul replied.

Jung-hyuk scanned the last document again. It was about So-hee. She had always used money to cover up her children’s mistakes, and as expected, money was her downfall. Tax evasion and bribery were the most representative illegal acts.

“I should have nipped it in the bud, but what is it about blood ties?”

Jung-chul muttered with an embarrassed face.

“I understand.”

It was when Jung-hyuk responded politely. A knock sounded, and a smart-looking female reporter entered.

“I’m Park Jung-yeon, a reporter from WY Daily.”

She introduced herself, handing over her business card. And soon the three of them sat in a triangle.

Jung-hyuk quietly handed the documents to Reporter Park.

After checking the contents, the reporter began to pour out questions related to the medical lawsuit and corruption within the hospital.

Intent questions and calm answers went back and forth for a while.

The reporter, who was meticulously recording in a blue notebook, not just recording, said cautiously that there might be a considerable storm in the future.

“Can you avoid the storm by covering the sky with your palm?”

“…Well, that’s true.”

Jung-hyuk handed another brown envelope to the reporter. It contained the good deeds of the Hocheon Foundation that had not been known until now. In fact, Kyung-ah had contributed the most to it.

“The foundation will also be criticized, but I hope you will emphasize that it is an individual’s fault, as Director Mok has worked hard.”

“Of course.”

It was then. A commotion was heard from outside.

Jung-chul, surprised, got up from his seat and picked up the phone.

After assessing the situation, he shouted, “Call the security team!”

Bang—!

The thick director’s office door opened, and Dae-hyuk, having taken off his doctor’s gown, stormed in.

His small eyes widened as much as possible, and he scanned their faces with a murderous expression.

“…So, this is how you’re going to do it?”

“Ah, Reporter Park.”

Jung-hyuk got up from his seat without batting an eye.

“There was something I forgot.”

Jung-hyuk stared at Dae-hyuk and took out a USB from his suit pocket. And handed it to the reporter.

“It’s the attempted murder black box footage.”

“Yoon Jung-hyuk—!”

He grabbed Jung-hyuk by the collar. Jung-chul, surprised, shouted, “Dae-hyuk!” and tried to stop him.

“Aggravated punishment would be fine too.”

Because no one will be waiting for you.

Jung-hyuk provoked Dae-hyuk in a low voice. There were CCTV cameras installed on the ceiling of the director’s office.

“Go ahead. It’s your specialty.”

Domestic violence.

Dae-hyuk, his eyes rolling, swung his fist. At the same time, Jung-chul lunged and took the hit instead. Jung-chul, who had fallen, grabbed his jaw with a groan.

The security team that had rushed in restrained Dae-hyuk’s arms. He struggled like a monster. “Son of a bitch, son of a biiitch!” was heard in succession.

“If I go down, you all go down too!! I don’t want to die alone!!”

Jung-hyuk helped Jung-chul up and casually brushed the dust-off Jung-chul’s shoulder.

“Just because a dog you raised bites someone, it doesn’t make the owner a murderer. Unfortunately, we are just.”

And he continued coldly.

“Just disposing of the murderous dog.”

You can just adopt another dog.

Jung-chul, realizing that it was not just a threat to Dae-hyuk, shouted with a pale face to drag Dae-hyuk out. Dae-hyuk was dragged out like a beast by force.

The director’s office, which had become a scene of chaos, fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked flustered, but Jung-hyuk was calm alone. He said, pulling on his lapel.

“You’ve worked hard.”

With a polite bow, he left the director’s office with a blank face.

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