The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Chapter 1789 New Directions

After heoring obout the condition ot the funerol, Cindy osked, “Should I be there? If so, I con go there right now.”

She feored thot some medio might toke photos there. If they reolized she wosn’t by Ion’s side, no motter how

reosonoble it wos, someone might moke nonsensicol rumors out of it. Now thot Ion hod finolly redeemed his

reputotion, Cindy didn’t wont those unethicol journolists to ruin it ogoin.

“It’s okoy. Just stoy ot home,” Ion stoted. “There ore too mony people here. I did see some medio people, but I

don’t think they’re torgeting me; their torget is the old mon.”

This wos Bryce’s funerol, ofter oll. Most of them just wonted to see how grond the funerol wos, ond some were just

woiting for something to hoppen between the Morgons ot the funerol.

The medio olwoys loved some hot news ond scoops, ond they might even wont to see o fight breok out ot Bryce’s

funerol so thot they could tolk obout it.

If Cindy come over, Ion wosn’t sure thot he would hove time to look ofter her. She understood os well, so she

nodded. “Toke core ond don’t forget to eot. The Morgons ore greot in number, so you don’t hove to be present oll

the time. If you reolly con’t toke it onymore, just find o ploce to rest.”

Ion smiled. “Ok, got it. I’m on odult; I know whot to do, so don’t worry. I got everything under control.”

After hearing about the condition at the funeral, Cindy asked, “Should I be there? If so, I can go there right now.”

She feared that some media might take photos there. If they realized she wasn’t by Ian’s side, no matter how

reasonable it was, someone might make nonsensical rumors out of it. Now that Ian had finally redeemed his

reputation, Cindy didn’t want those unethical journalists to ruin it again.

“It’s okay. Just stay at home,” Ian stated. “There are too many people here. I did see some media people, but I

don’t think they’re targeting me; their target is the old man.”

This was Bryce’s funeral, after all. Most of them just wanted to see how grand the funeral was, and some were just

waiting for something to happen between the Morgans at the funeral.

The media always loved some hot news and scoops, and they might even want to see a fight break out at Bryce’s

funeral so that they could talk about it.

If Cindy came over, Ian wasn’t sure that he would have time to look after her. She understood as well, so she

nodded. “Take care and don’t forget to eat. The Morgans are great in number, so you don’t have to be present all

the time. If you really can’t take it anymore, just find a place to rest.”

Ian smiled. “Ok, got it. I’m an adult; I know what to do, so don’t worry. I got everything under control.”

With that, Ian hung up and walked back to his post. The guests truly had decreased around noon, and Sean could

take some time off as well.

Ian stood outside the casket site and peered in. Leah had found a seat, whereas Simon and Sally were still standing

near the casket. Sally’s sorrow must have been real. There were no guests present, but she was still wiping her

tears.

Simon didn’t look particularly different, save for his unusually low spirits.

Leah sat on the chair, silent with her head lowered. Ian sighed, then moved away. He had no words for the three of

them. He didn’t want to pick a fight with them, but he refused to comfort them either.

Sean walked over after a while and said to Ian, “You must be tired. Find someplace to rest first. There’s another

crowd coming in the afternoon.”

Ian leaned against a tree. “So many people came, but I wonder how many are truly saddened by the news. I feel

like they’re all here for the sake of being here.”

Sean retrieved a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave Ian one. He lit his own cigarette, then tossed the

lighter to his brother. “It’s like this everywhere. Real relationships don’t exist in this society. Everyone’s just going to

places they should be at. You’re not in the business field, so you haven’t seen as much as I did. If you’ve witnessed

the utter pretense in the business field, you’d say that the guests today were behaving quite well, regardless.”

Ian chuckled. “You did a great job tackling those people for many years.”

Sean seemed forlorn as he held the cigarette in his mouth. “I was thinking last night, what have I worked all these

years for? If I managed to get all the property, what would happen then? I’d just be following in Dad’s footsteps and

destroying my own health. Is it really worth all the effort?”

Ian raised an eyebrow and said to Sean, “Why, do you have other plans in mind?”

Sean let out a long breath. “My mind is in a mess right now, so I can’t say for sure. When everything is over, I’ll

think long and hard about it and decide how to live for the rest of my days.”

From a young age, Sean had always been concerned with the Morgans’ company. Aside from the company, he

couldn’t get motivated enough to do anything else, so his own life was a mess. Sean himself knew very well that he

was starting to have these thoughts exactly because he had achieved everything he was going for in the first place.

Ian cast a meaningful look at the casket site. “I wonder what those three might be up to. The old man is gone now,

so they won’t have much to be wary of anymore. Just do as you see fit; I’ll be leaving after the funeral anyway.”