When The Phone Rings / The Call You Just Made Is

Chapter 57 Grew Up

"...That child shouldn't have been born."

He staggered a little.

"It was a cat at first."

By the dark river, Baek Jang-ho's face was unclear.

"I was the first to notice that he was different. Since then, I never let him go out. I tried everything to correct him-"

"…..."

"But it only added more burdens." 

"…..."

"Do you know what's in those burdens?" 

The big bundle splashed when it was thrown into the river. 

Although the boy had some guesses, he couldn't say anything.

"It's a person."

"......!"

"Someone younger than him, and sometimes older than him." 

"......."

"He stuffed animals into the washing machine, fed medicine to the aunt at home... sneaked to the playground, and took children younger than him... What a devil."

His face twisted, as if he couldn't tolerate it.

"Monsters are sometimes created, but sometimes they are born. In my Baek Jang-ho's house... How dare such a thing appear under me...?!"

The old man's face became like a demon.

"The presidential election is coming. Before that, no noise or handle can be caught...!" 

"......"

"When he grows up, he will only destroy our family."

The boy didn't even dare to breathe. What about you... 

You dealt with your grandson with your own hands, so what are you? 

The words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them. His whole body was shaking.

At this time, Baek Jang-ho's strange eyes swept over the boy who was still sitting in the water. 

The boy subconsciously stepped back, and the water immediately flooded to his chin.

"I didn't give you a name because--"

The old man's eyes flashed with cold light.

"Children like you are useless to me." 

"......!"

The boy widened his eyes.

"But..."

He suddenly grabbed the boy's collar with both hands and lifted him up.

"When I found out that my only grandson had become like that, he completely covered my face. Don't let anyone know, except my family."

"……."

"Child, do you know why I did this?"

The corners of his mouth raised, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles.

"Because there must not be even a rusty spoon in my house." 

"......!"

"Especially in this house that I built with my own hands--!"

Perhaps this is something he had planned long ago. Ever since he found out that his only grandson was a waste, he began to think about ways to replace him.

"So, I'm going to give you a name."

In the dark water, the boy got a name. Sa-eon.

This is a dead language, a dead word.