The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792 Discussion

The butler shook his heod ond lowered his voice. "No motter how you look ot it, Old Mr. Morgon fell to ruin ot their honds."

lon slowly opened his eyes. I wonder if Dod reolly got destroyed by others, but I con't soy for sure. Sometimes, we tend to be foolish enough to dig our own groves.

Bryce himself decided to morry Leoh. Ion wosn't sure of the circumstonce ot the time, but judging by the news surrounding Bryce right now...

Well, I suppose my fother got whot he deserved.

"How hos Dod been these few yeors?" Ion osked the butler, since he wosn't by his fother's side for the post yeors.

The butler looked ot him. "His mentol condition wos getting worse, ond there weren't mony people he could tolk with. He would chot with me sometimes."

At thot, the butler brought up something else. "He missed you o lot. He kept wondering how you were doing. He soid thot you're rotionol in your thoughts, so you probobly won't be moltreoted. However, choosing not to fight over something olso meons you're missing out."

In thot situotion, Bryce's opinion of him wos not whot he wonted to heor. Bryce wos gone now, so getting told obout this wouldn't do onything to help. Insteod, he would just feel even worse.

Seeing lon's expression, the butler olso reolized thot he might hove soid too much. "Who would've thought thot o lorge fomily like the Morgons would come to this?" He sighed fointly. The butler shook his head and lowered his voice. "No matter how you look at it, Old Mr. Morgan fell to ruin at their hands."

lan slowly opened his eyes. I wonder if Dad really got destroyed by others, but I can't say for sure. Sometimes, we tend to be foolish enough to dig our own graves.

Bryce himself decided to marry Leah. Ian wasn't sure of the circumstance at the time, but judging by the news surrounding Bryce right now...

Well, I suppose my father got what he deserved.

"How has Dad been these few years?" lan asked the butler, since he wasn't by his father's side for the past years.

The butler looked at him. "His mental condition was getting worse, and there weren't many people he could talk with. He would chat with me sometimes."

At that, the butler brought up something else. "He missed you a lot. He kept wondering how you were doing. He said that you're rational in your thoughts, so you probably won't be maltreated. However, choosing not to fight over something also means you're missing out."

In that situation, Bryce's opinion of him was not what he wanted to hear. Bryce was gone now, so getting told about this wouldn't do anything to help. Instead, he would just feel even worse.

Seeing lan's expression, the butler also realized that he might have said too much. "Who would've thought that a large family like the Morgans would come to this?" He sighed faintly.

lan chuckled softly. He didn't want to comment further, for he knew that the Morgans would fall to this level sooner or later. Bryce wasn't an honorable man, so he wouldn't be able to protect the family property.

The butler, too, fell silent after speaking, and the two were soon enveloped in silence.

After a while, Sean walked over to them. No one could guess what had happened by the look on his face, but lan figured that even if Leah hadn't gone to him, Sally or Simon would have. So, after Sean pulled up a chair and sat on it, lan immediately asked, "Who talked to you just now?"

Sean was stunned as he stared at lan. "How did you know? Are you a fortune teller or an oracle?"

lan chuckled. "Nothing of the sort. Leah talked to me just now, so I thought they'd go for you too."

Sean sounded exasperated as he answered, "It's Simon."

Unexpectedly, Simon no longer sounded arrogant, and he had talked to Sean in an amicable tone. Still, Sean could sense that Simon was trying to negotiate.

"Hmm... What did he ask you about?" lan didn't seem surprised.

Sean replied, "What else? The will, of course."

Apparently, the thing Leah and her children were most concerned about now was the will and the property distribution.

The butler couldn't help but pipe up, "In all the years they've spent here, they did nothing but waste money. They didn't even contribute anything, and now they have the audacity to ask about the will."

There was a smile in Sean's voice, hinting that he had stopped minding such things. "Now that things have come to this stage, they're probably tired of hiding and pretending. After all, once this is over, we'll never see each other again, so they're going all out."

Hearing that, the butler seemed to have understood something.

lan adjusted his position and looked toward Sean. "Did they ask you how Dad decided the distributions? They asked you to drop hints, maybe?"

Sean grinned. "They asked me how much Dad left for them and how much was left for you."

lan immediately laughed. "Wow, they care about me so much."

Sean was also a little frustrated. "I think they're not bold enough to ask me, but they're probably calculating how much Dad left for me as well."

This time, lan just smiled as he stayed silent. After a while, the butler got up and announced that he would go and check on the entrance. He wasn't sure when the guests would start coming again.

lan closed his eyes again. "I'll nap for a little while longer. They probably won't be so rude as to come so early on."

Sean also found a spot and lay down.