Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 4

“That dirty bastard... Get the hell out of my sight—”

The man’s coarse shouting echoed in his ears like a hallucination before fading away. Yujin clasped his hands behind his back, fingers laced—a habit formed long ago to hide his unease. He concealed his trembling hands and kept his face calm as he opened his mouth to speak.

“What does the will say? You must know, don’t you?”

“The full copy is with our senior attorney, Mr. McCoy. As a rule, the contents of the will are disclosed only when all the heirs are present.”

Yujin frowned at the textbook-like response. There was no point beating around the bush with this type of man. He spoke plainly.

“As you can see, I’m in no shape to afford transportation, let alone anything else. I’ve lost my job and need to find another soon. Is there any actual benefit to me going all the way there?”

“Oh, definitely. Don’t worry about that.”

The lawyer chuckled, as if it were obvious. While that was at least a bit reassuring, Yujin wasn’t in any position to feel relief. He didn’t trust this man—not after just ten minutes of knowing him. The lawyer glanced at his wristwatch, which alone probably cost a year’s rent at Yujin’s old apartment, and continued.

“Well, I’ve delivered the message, so I’ll be heading out. But again—please, you must come within three days. If you don’t attend the will’s reading, your inheritance rights may be revoked. Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”

Though no one else was around to hear, he lowered his voice as if sharing a secret.

“Mr. McCoy said there’s something very advantageous for you in that will.”

With a meaningful tone, he pulled out his wallet. Yujin watched as the man bent one knee, rested his briefcase on his thigh, and scribbled something onto a check.

“Use this to get what you need and cover your travel. No need to pay it back—I’ll charge the firm.”

He handed over the check in one swift motion, as if he’d already assumed Yujin was completely broke, then turned and walked down the steps to his car in the parking lot. Yujin stood there silently, watching the car pull away with a soft growl of the engine.

That was exactly three days ago.

The moment he saw Angela’s face again back at the church, Yujin made up his mind: he would return to the estate. Because right now, he desperately needed the money.

He used the lawyer’s money for immediate needs—buying clothes and essentials for Angela to wear at Delight, purchasing train tickets, and even sharing a pancake meal with her at a diner. With the rest, he picked out an outfit for the will reading and spent a night in a cheap motel after a long-needed shower. Early the next morning, holding his still-sleeping daughter, he stopped by a net café to check replies to job inquiries, then boarded the train.

And finally, they arrived.

“There you are.”

As they exited the station, the lawyer, who had been making a phone call beside his parked car, noticed them and waved. Yujin focused on him, forcing himself not to glance around nervously, and walked forward with Angela’s hand in his.

When they reached him, Yujin spoke first.

“Hello. Thank you for picking us up.”

“Of course. With that estate, it’s necessary.”

The lawyer shook his head and opened the back door himself. After helping Angela in and storing their luggage in the trunk, Yujin climbed in beside her. Angela tugged gently on his sleeve.

“Daddy, are you okay?”

She whispered it softly. Yujin forced a smile and nodded.

“I’m fine, Angie. Don’t worry.”

He stroked her hair. Though she still looked anxious, she fell quiet and adjusted her posture in the seat. Yujin buckled her seatbelt, then reached for his own. His hands trembled so badly that he fumbled the buckle three times before finally locking it in place just as the car began to move. He did everything he could to appear calm—for her sake. Even though all he wanted was to rip the belt off, jump out of the metal box, and run.

But the car had started moving. He was trapped inside now for several hours, until they reached the hell known as “Delight.”

“You don’t look well. Are you okay? If you throw up in here, it’ll be a mess.”

The lawyer glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Yujin kept his voice light, trying not to let the tension show.

“It’s just motion sickness. Don’t worry.”

“Ah, do you have any medicine? If not, take some of this.”

The lawyer reached into the console with one hand and pulled out a bottle of water. Yujin quickly shook his head.

“It’s not that bad. Thank you, though.”

The lawyer muttered under his breath, clearly unconvinced.

“You don’t look okay... Just please don’t puke. If you feel sick, tell me right away—I’ll pull over.”

“Okay.”

Yujin responded quickly and changed the subject.

“You must be the Campbell family’s legal counsel, right? Surprising. You seem experienced, yet you came to find me personally.”

“Well, it’s a request from the Campbells.”

He kept it short.

“Usually, we’d assign this sort of thing to a junior associate, but the Campbell family is one of our biggest clients. To ensure everything goes smoothly with the will, I took the job myself. Right now, the entire firm is focused on making sure Mr. Campbell’s will is executed flawlessly—under Mr. McCoy’s leadership, of course.”

McCoy—the senior lawyer at Brown’s firm. Yujin had seen him before. The will was probably in his hands, and he’d likely be the one to read it.

Yujin recalled the older, silver-haired attorney whom Harold often summoned for delicate matters. Tall and wiry, with pronounced cheekbones that made him look severe. What must he have thought when he learned he had to find me to fulfill the will?

According to Brown, the will was written three months before Harold’s death, shortly after he collapsed. Only McCoy knew its contents. Brown had been tasked with coordinating everything up to the reading.

Harold had been the only one in the family with the authority to call McCoy directly. Everyone else had to go through his secretary or another lawyer. That likely hadn’t changed. Meaning: whoever held that role now...

“Mr. Winston Campbell, of course.”

Brown said it like he’d been waiting. The moment the name hit him, Yujin nearly vomited. He slapped a hand over his mouth and banged on the headrest. Startled, Brown quickly pulled the car over. As soon as the vehicle stopped, Yujin burst out, hunched over, and gagged violently.

Thankfully, he hadn’t eaten anything since a few cups of tea that morning. All he could expel was bitter-tasting saliva and traces of bile. He gasped for breath, his body doubled over.

“You okay?”

Brown, clearly trying not to get too close, hovered a few steps away.

Yujin raised a trembling hand in response to say he was fine. After a few moments in the cold air, he managed to steady himself and climbed back into the car. Brown opened a water bottle and handed it to him. This time, Yujin didn’t refuse.

“Feeling better?”

Yujin nodded weakly at Brown’s question.

“I’m sorry... for the trouble.”

His voice shook badly. Brown misread it entirely, putting on a kindly face.

“You’ve been on a train all day, now a car—no wonder. It’s understandable. Don’t worry.”