[Flashback]

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! I heard he is a bastard!", a kid was shouting in a classroom. 

All eyes were glued to an 8-year old boy as tears fell down his cheeks.

"I'm not a bastard!", the boy retorted.

"Then who's your father?"

"He...He's dead!"

"Liar! My mom told me that your mother seduced a rich man and got a bastard!"

"It's not true!", the child shouted as he ran out of his classroom and went home.

"Aigoo. What happened my son?", the boy's mother said as she saw his son crying.

"My...My classmates...they are... calling me...a bastard. That you seduced a rich man and had me.... Is it true umma?"

"No, of course not. I met your father. I liked him. He liked me. Don't listen to them, arasseo? Trust me."

"Ne, umma", the boy answered as he hugged his mother.

Twelve years after, the boy, now 20, saw a rich woman inside their house talking to his mother when he came home from his part-time job. He sneaked in the house to listen to their conversation

"I heard that you were asking for money from my husband to send your son to college. Aren't you shameless?", the woman said.

"I'm just letting my son have what he should have. He's his son too!", the boy's mother said.

"Look.", the woman replied as she place what seemed like a family picture on the table. "I have three sons. Our family is happy and whatever you do, that bastard will not fit in the picture."

"Watch what you say, you're in my house."