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 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 hicol 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 Cindye 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 hical 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 ce 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.”


    Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    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 particrly 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 tofort them either.


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


    another crowding 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 rtionships don’t exist in this society.


    Everyone’s just going to ces 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 thinkingst 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 ns 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’pany. 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 ce.


    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.”