Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 898

Bert sighed, "If you had any skills, would I have to resort to this retirement trick? Learn from Fermin. If he were still around, I wouldn't have all these problems to deal with."

Garland rolled his eyes. "Fermin has been dead for years. If he knew how much work was waiting for him, he'd probably prefer to stay in his coffin."

"He was identifying talent and managing people at 14," Bert snapped. "He was the youngest financial scholar, feared and respected by everyone in the company. He was my ideal successor. And look at you—lazy, always chasing after some justice with your newspaper. If it weren't for that car accident, I wouldn't have needed you to impersonate him."

"You're right, Dad," Garland said sarcastically. "Fermin is the best. Liza and I combined aren't half as good as him."

Bert took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. "You know your uncles are eyeing the family's power. If they find out Fermin is dead and I have no successor, they'll stop at nothing to take over. What will happen to you and Liza then? I had to make you impersonate Fermin to keep them at bay. If our family falls into chaos, outsiders will swoop in."

Garland had heard this speech a thousand times. He stood up, shrugging. "Dad, you know I'm not Fermin. I just want to run my little newspaper. Our family is rich and powerful enough. There are still so many people in the world who can't even afford to eat. Compared to them, we're living too comfortably. Why do we need to keep fighting and grabbing? I think if Fermin were alive, he wouldn't want to spend the rest of his life as tired as you."

Bert fought back the urge to curse. "If it weren't for your mother, I would..."

"Dad, you're getting old. Stop bringing up Mom all the time. It's not a good look," Garland said, cutting him off.

"Get out!" Mr. Eaton threw a cushion at Garland, who ducked and ran out the door, nearly colliding with Carter.