Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 15

"Shouldn't we first question whether Father-in-law's mental evaluation was valid? At least two doctors should have confirmed it..."

"Didn't they say three doctors verified it? That sly old man."

Gordon cursed at his father, but no one stopped him. In truth, everyone shared the same thought.

At that moment, as the mother, who had been venting her rage while catching her breath, suddenly turned around.

"What are you going to do, Winston?"

Finally, all attention shifted in one direction. Until then, Lady Camellia had remained silent, sitting stiffly and lost in thought. Now, she turned her arrow toward Winston.

"Are you just going to let everything be taken from you? Do something! That lowly thing must have done something to your father. They must have been meeting behind our backs. Yes, that must be it. Otherwise, how else, how else could this happen..."

"I don’t think so."

For the first time, Winston opened his mouth.

As his mother stopped speaking and everyone focused on him, he continued slowly, his tone much calmer than usual.

"The odds of Father meeting Yujin are slim. He stayed in the mansion for a long time — to be precise, Delight. If he ever left or met someone, I would have known immediately. Especially if it were Yujin."

Earlier, Yujin's reaction had confirmed his suspicion.

He recalled Yujin screaming in disbelief and rejecting the will with a near-hysterical shriek. One of Winston’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Arrogant.

Though he didn’t move, the thickening scent of pheromones around him made everyone aware of his anger.

Of course, the reason was far different from what they thought.

He should have been the one to scream that it was a lie. He should have been the one to deny it and claim his father had lost his mind before dying.

But instead, he got caught up imagining himself forcing Yujin down and missed the timing.

How dare he.

Winston clenched his teeth tightly.

The one rejecting him should never be Yujin. It should have been him throwing contemptuous words like "I would never marry or have a child with filth like you."

But Yujin had done it all first. Absurdly, completely.

So Winston could only admit it himself now. That his father had been in his right mind.

He had to, just to deny Yujin.

There is still a way.

Relaxing his clenched jaw, Winston fell into thought.

He needed to handle this rationally. Above all, he believed in himself.

"Don't worry. I won't just let this happen."

Speaking quietly, Winston shut his mouth again.

Among those sensing the heavy atmosphere, Gordon cautiously spoke up.

"Uh, so for now... why don't we call it a day? Winston probably needs time to think too."

"Yes, considering how sudden this is, we should all cool down a bit."

When George agreed and stood up, Lady Katherine also rose.

One by one, they left the drawing room.

Last to leave, Lady Camellia paused next to Winston, who remained seated on the sofa. She lowered her voice.

"You aren’t being swayed by that thing, are you?"

Winston frowned and looked up at her sideways.

Camellia revealed her suspicion.

"I could tell. Back in the study, your pheromone scent got stronger. Others noticed too, not just me."

"Mother, when someone’s angry, their pheromones naturally spike."

Winston deflected smoothly.

His mother, reassured by her son's usual ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) composed attitude, relaxed her voice a little.

"Of course, that’s true."

She placed her hand on her beloved youngest son's shoulder and kissed his temple. As if to say I believe in you.

"Leaving more inheritance to that thing than to you...”

Grinding her teeth again as she left the drawing room, Camellia seethed.

She would never forgive them. Not Harold, not that concubine.

Only when everyone had left and he was finally alone could Winston calmly organize his thoughts.

The will was clear. He had to marry Yujin and have a child within a year.

After that, divorce would be possible, and he could still keep the inheritance.

It sounded easy enough at first glance.

But the problem was that condition.

"Yujin, I love you."

Recalling Harold's final words, Winston almost cursed aloud.

Even in death, Harold hadn’t let go of his feelings for his young concubine.

To declare such affection even in his will — it disgusted him.

A father passing his lover onto his son? What kind of insane farce was this?

Was that why Harold had arranged this marriage?

To protect his beloved concubine’s future after his death?

It wasn’t touching. It was laughable.

Where was the consideration for the family left behind?

If Harold cherished Yujin so much, why hadn’t he kept him close from the start?

Hadn’t Harold been the main reason Yujin was sent away?

If only you hadn’t slept with Yujin... I would never have given up on him.

Grinding his teeth, Winston forced himself to focus.

This wasn’t the time to indulge in pointless bitterness.

What mattered now was solving this goddamn situation.

Who cared who fathered Yujin’s child? The real issue was the future child.

That child will be mine.

The conclusion was self-evident.

There was no way he would let that cheap whore raise his child.

With money, Yujin would surely give up both custody and parental rights.

He probably gave birth to that child for money too.

His thoughts inevitably turned back to Yujin. Without realizing, Winston continued.

Of course, if he knew the father, that’s exactly what he would have done.

But then doubt crept in.

That would mean he was raising a useless child — and that didn’t make sense.

There are plenty of cases where they find out too late and give birth anyway.

Omegas often don't even realize they're pregnant until just before delivery.

Winston easily imagined Yujin living recklessly until suddenly giving birth one day.

Given Yujin’s current situation, there was no way he had money.

The lawyer said his house had burned down, and he was living in a church shelter.

It was clear he was desperate now — that inheritance would be irresistible.

So then why not abandon the child?

Winston immediately dismissed the possibility that Yujin knew the father.

If he did, he would have already demanded money and wouldn’t be living so poorly.

Suddenly developing affection for a child after giving birth?

That wasn’t Yujin.

It must be useful to him somehow.

Maybe... he was keeping the child as a wild card in case the real father ever appeared.

That seemed far more plausible.

Otherwise, there was no reason for Yujin to raise the child.

As Winston followed this thought, a chilling idea crossed his mind.

If that’s the case... then raising that child...

No, he didn’t want to accept it. But it was the only explanation that made sense.

Because it’s Father’s child.

The reason was painfully obvious.

That would explain why Yujin never asked for child support.

He must have been waiting for the right time —

For Harold's anger to cool, for the perfect moment to reveal the child and demand an enormous sum.

But Harold died.

The opportunity vanished.

So why was Yujin still silent about the child?

There could only be one reason.

He was being cautious. He didn’t want to lose the only chance left.

No way. Did you forget what you said? It was all a lie from the start, wasn’t it?

When he had asked Yujin if he was really pregnant, Yujin had denied it back then.

But that could have easily been a lie.

After all, Yujin was nothing but a whore and a liar.

Trying to deceive me with such a cheap trick again.

Winnie.

Once again, the hallucination flickered.

That pale, naked figure with open arms smiling gently from the bed.

The soft voice whispering sweetly.