Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 10

Yujin swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he slowly nodded. ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Winston watched him without even blinking.

"You have a daughter?"

Winston repeated Yujin’s words, his voice calm.

Yujin blinked in confusion. He couldn’t understand why this man was acting like this. Yujin’s heart was pounding, terrified by the gun pressed against his temple, yet Winston himself was coolly repeating the same words over and over.

"You’ve had a child."

Winston muttered again, his face blank as though he were in a daze.

Yujin couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. It was alright. Winston would soon regain his senses. He’d realize how dangerous and absurd this was, and then he’d put the gun down. Maybe he’d even smile bitterly and apologize, just like before... apologize for scaring him, for pulling him in.

But just as Yujin’s heart sank, something cut through his thoughts.

"Whose child?"

A chilling voice suddenly pierced his ears.

Yujin flinched in shock, snapping back to reality.

The gun was still there, the cold, unfeeling expression on Winston’s face unchanged.

Yujin realized with a start that he had fallen into some nonsensical fantasy.

Frozen, unsure of what to say, he found himself at a loss, and Winston, seeing this, sneered as if he had expected it.

"Of course you can’t answer."

A short, mocking laugh escaped Winston’s lips.

"What would someone like you know about being a father?"

In that instant, something sharp pierced Yujin’s heart.

He stared at Winston with a pale face, his lips moving but no words coming out.

He tried to speak, but his voice was caught in his throat, desperate and lost.

It’s you.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

In the silence, he could only look at Winston, the man he once loved, the man who hated him so much.

"I know exactly what kind of filthy slut you are," Winston sneered, his voice dripping with certainty.

Yujin was even more struck dumb by the malicious conviction in Winston’s voice.

He knew—no matter what he said, Winston wouldn’t believe him.

Hadn’t he seen that face filled with disbelief and contempt? That man had cruelly abandoned him, and he hadn’t changed.

What hope had Yujin even held onto?

The moment Yujin realized his despair and anger could finally outdo the fear, he shoved Winston aside with his knee, sending him sprawling to the floor.

"...!"

Winston didn’t even scream, though a small grunt might have escaped him.

But it was clear: he had completely lost his strength.

Yujin quickly seized the opportunity, slipping out of bed and rolling away from him.

The cold sensation against his temple was gone, and Yujin finally felt relief, as if a weight had been lifted.

In a panic, Yujin tightened his bathrobe and rushed toward the door, too afraid to stop and even put on his shoes.

As he grabbed them in a hurry, just as he was about to leave the room, Winston called out to him.

"...That time."

Yujin froze mid-step, hearing his voice from behind.

"You said you were pregnant... Was it that child?"

The question came too late.

Winston should have asked this before insulting him.

Yujin took a deep breath and turned around.

Winston sat on the bed, watching him.

Maybe Winston thought the child was Harold’s, just like the rest of the Campbells did.

As Yujin watched the strange expression on Winston’s face in the moonlight, he finally spoke.

This time, it was his turn to mock Winston.

"That’s impossible. Did you forget what you said? It was all a lie."

Angela, small for her age, had been easily mistaken for being younger. Even if Winston met her, he wouldn’t guess she was his child.

Besides, Winston didn’t believe in Yujin’s loyalty anyway.

Seeing Winston’s face twist in disbelief, Yujin felt a small sense of victory and added in a lighter voice:

"Goodnight, Winston. Sweet dreams."

He closed the door behind him and stepped into the hallway.

Taking a deep breath in the sudden silence, he felt his body finally relax, and the tension melted away.

It was okay. The beginning had been messy, but he had finished it well. If the end was good, everything was good.

Repeating the comforting words he always told himself, he was about to let them settle when a loud crashing sound echoed from the room behind him.

Startled, Yujin quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

His heart raced again, the tension returning.

The large vase on the table flashed through his mind, and Yujin hurriedly ran, barefoot, out of the room.

Fearful Winston might come after him, he sprinted down the endless hallway. His feet slipped twice on the smooth marble floor, but he didn’t feel the pain.

He glanced back several times, and eventually found the stairs he had climbed with the maid.

Though his knees hurt from stumbling, he couldn’t stop.

Finally, feeling a bit of relief, he found Angela’s room and looked at her sleeping face.

In that vast house, he had found his one ally.

Only then did his nose tingle, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Realizing there was no one in front of Winston’s room, Yujin understood that Winston had probably left after seeing him disappear.

And he had walked straight into the trap.

But right now, relief came before anger.

He had made it this far safely. That was enough.

He gently brushed his fingers over his daughter’s face as she slept, muttering softly:

"Don’t worry, Angie. I’ll never leave you alone."

That was a vow he had made countless times since he had Angela.

If it weren’t for her, Yujin might have disappeared from the world long ago.

She had been the only one by his side when he had been utterly alone.

And for her, Yujin would do anything.

These insults and contempt meant nothing.

He had endured much worse.

He hadn’t even been beaten, so it was fine.

As he lay down beside his daughter, holding her close, Angela, still in a drowsy state, nestled against his chest.

Yujin held her tightly and closed his eyes.

It was a cramped, uncomfortable bed where he could barely stretch his legs, but he was content.

He slept deeply until the maid came to wake him in the morning, without once waking up.