The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 431

Veronica West watched the elevator ascend, fuming. "We came here out of kindness to see his grandfather, and that's the attitude we get?"

Eric was unfazed.

In his eyes, Rhys's attitude was just the arrogance of a young man clinging to a sliver of self-important pride.

"It's normal for a young man to be a little hot-headed. Once he understands what power means in Brighton City, once those shields are gone, he'll learn how to bow his head."

He stepped into the elevator, his voice calm and measured.

"Everyone has to bow their head eventually."

Margot stood behind them. She wore makeup today, and her complexion looked good.

No one knew that her hand, hidden in her coat pocket, was trembling uncontrollably. No one knew how many painkillers and psychiatric drugs she had swallowed before leaving the house just to maintain this facade of a "normal person."

She kept her head down, silent, the corners of her lips turning down as she listened to the lecture on political maneuvering.

The elevator doors opened, and the group of people who had been whispering amongst themselves fell silent when they saw Eric. Their tone shifted in perfect unison.

"Mr. Johnson is here!"

"So thoughtful of you to come and see the Old Mr. Huntington despite your busy schedule. We appreciate your concern."

A crowd immediately swarmed around him. Some extended their hands, others bowed. Flattery poured out as if it were free.

In the world of fame and fortune, everyone has a pair of snobbish eyes.

The old man who had yet to breathe his last inside that room represented the past. The man before them, Mr. Johnson, who could determine the allocation of Brighton City's resources for the next few years, was the present they desperately needed to cling to.

Mia sat on a bench, watching the directors who paraded around the company like peacocks and the relatives who lived off her family wag their tails at Eric. The disgust in her eyes was almost palpable.

Surrounded by the crowd, Eric walked up to Mia, his tone somber. "Ms. Huntington, my condolences. Old Mr. Huntington has had a long life. As the younger generation, we will do whatever we can to help you see him through this final journey. If you need anything coordinated, just say the word."

People exchanged glances.

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