The taste of iron filled Seo Jin's mouth.
It was not just a metallic taste but the warm flavor of blood.
His own blood.
"Sign it, you ungrateful little bastard!"
A polished leather shoe slammed straight into Seo Jin's rib, forcing a gasp of air from his lungs. He curled into a ball on the cold floor, protecting his head with his arms.
The impact sent a jolt of pain rushing down his spine. But he didn't cry. Instead, he bit his lip to muffle the tears.
He could not give them the satisfaction they wanted.
"He is about to faint, Dad," his cousin said with a sneer.
"Your mother is dying upstairs," his uncle roared with anger. He waved the property transfer documents in the air. "Sign this and maybe… maybe I will pay for the coffin and burial ceremony."
Seo Jin tasted copper. Blood dripped from his split lip onto the rug he lay on. He had no strength left in him to fight back. He hadn't even eaten for two days because these vultures had locked him in a basement.
Burial?
