To Byul (Omegaverse)-Chapter 142: I am an ungrateful son

Meanwhile, Yun-tae was getting ready to meet with his father. Unfortunately, he hadn’t taken Myung-woo’s number so he didn’t even know how to contact him.

He was stuck in a dilemma.

He told Myung-woo that they would meet with his father on Tuesday, but he didn’t tell him the place or time, and now he was worried.

"I made such a stupid mistake." He mumbled and then sighed.

The only thing he could do now was go to meet his father alone. The worst that could happen was not being able to answer back.

But he would try his best. Try to speak his mind to his father and let him know that he was a person of his own and not an object to be thrown away when useless and taken back once needed.

He pitied his half-brother, he really did. But if his father cared that much about him, then he should be just as willing to find another donor instead of trying to rip one out of his unwilling son.

Yun-tae went to the cafe and there, he saw his father. Seated with his legs crossed and a coffee in hand, he stared at the scenery.

He looked like a normal person. An average father but... Yun-tae knew him deeply.

He walked in and then stood before him.

"I’m here," he said, prompting his father to look away from the scenery and then at his son.

He frowned and said,

"Tsk, you look just like her." His tone was filled with disgust, seeing his full-grown son looking like his wife, who had abandoned him after giving birth. "Anyway, did you bring it?"

"Bring what?"

"The money." His father said. "I told you, didn’t I? It’s time for you to pay up for all the years I raised you. So, you’re doing the transplant as well as providing money for the procedure. Don’t tell me that your dumb brain couldn’t remember any of that."

Yun-tae clenched his fist.

Standing in front of his father, his legs felt weak and he felt he couldn’t speak a word of refusal, but with the assurance Myung-woo gave him, even if he wasn’t standing by his side at this moment, he got the courage to speak up.

"I’m not going it." He said. "I told you before. I’m not an object and this is my life. If I decide not to be the donor for the transplant or pay up for it then that is what I’ll do. You’re not that old to the extent that you’re handicapped or can’t work so figure it out yourself, father. I will not be a part of this."

"This bitch! Did you come here to display some form of madness? You’re not doing it? And who said that was possible? Are you trying to be ungrateful after all the years I raised you?"

That word... Raised... That stinking word.

"You never raised me!" Yun-tae said, his eyes growing dark. "You never even looked at me without scorning my existence. So, why should I be grateful to you?"

"You..." His father looked like his head would blow work how the veins were crawling around his temple and forehead.

"I’ve come to let you know this, father. I am the world’s most ungrateful son who doesn’t want to help my father in his time of need!" He said to the point of yelling that everyone heard his voice. "I am so ungrateful that even if my father were dying, I’d spit at his dying body and walk away without doing a thing. And do you know why? It’s because my father would do the exact same thing. So," he lowered his voice, panting softly. "I don’t think I should go out of my way for a father who never showed me an ounce of care, warmth, or love. I... Am unfilial. That’s what I have come to tell you. So..." He bowed at a 180-degree angle. "Have a nice life and take care of your problems yourself."

This seemed to have snapped a cord in his father’s rationality, and he attempted to pour the rest of his hot coffee on Yun-tae’s head when a hand caught his hand and made the cup of coffee fall to the ground.

Yun-tae was shocked and raised his head, only to find a tall figure wearing a nose mask squeezing his father’s hand.

"You crazy piece of shit! Can you even call yourself a father at this point?"

Yun-tae was surprised. That voice and that scent... It was him, right? The Hyung who refused to tell him his name, wasn’t it?

But how did he get here? He was sure he hadn’t told him the address at all.

But more than that, what was this? His father wanted to pour the cup of hot coffee on him? Ah, this wasn’t a new treatment but how could he try to do such a thing in public?

"Ugh, who are you?" Yun-tae’s father trembled in pain. He tried to struggle but his grip on him was too firm. "How dare you interfere in my family matters?"

"Ha! I’m someone who’s going to be your in-law but it’s a shame that you can’t recognize me." He squeezed harder. "There’s no way I’ll sit still and watch you hurt my Yun like how you were just going to do."

"Ha, you’re an Alpha, aren’t you?" Yun’s father asked and Yun-tae flinched. "I knew it. I knew there was a reason why such a brat was suddenly getting a backbone. Did you talk some nonsense into his head? Is that why he’s revolting? Because he has a powerful Alpha to back him up? You two make me sick."

"Shut up!" Myung-woo let go of his hand. "You’re the disgusting one who’s trying to get money and bone marrow out of your son using emotional blackmail."

"What does that have to do with you?" Yun-tae’s father asked, rubbing his fist while glaring in disgust. "He’s my son. It doesn’t matter what I intend to take from him. I gave him life."

With that, he earned a heavy punch that compressed his cheek and bork his jaw.

Yun-tae was shocked. What did... What did he do?

"Hah," Myung-woo exclaimed, cracking his knuckles. "I was taught to respect my elders and treat them with care but honestly, I felt so much better after doing that." He glared at him. "Maybe I’ll feel much better after beating you to a pulp, you sick son of a bitch!"