The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
Chapter 1789

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 lon's side, no motter how reosonoble it wos, someone might moke nonsensicol rumors out of it. Now thot lon 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 replace o ploce to rest."

lon 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 lan's side, no matter how reasonable it was, someone might make nonsensical rumors out of it. Now that lan 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, lan 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 replace a place to rest."

lan smiled. "Ok, got it. I'm an adult; I know what to do, so don't worry. I got everything under control."

With that, lan hung up and walked back to his post. The guests truly had decreased around noon, and Sean could take some time off as well.

lan 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. lan 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 lan, "You must be tired. Find someplace to rest first. There's another crowd coming in the afternoon."

lan 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 lan 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."

lan 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?"

lan 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.

lan 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."