“I'm sorry too, Mr. Sims!”
A man stepped forward. “I sealed the windows on purpose so you wouldn't see any light.”
Another added, “I made sure the door was cracked at night to let the cold air in while you slept.”
“I didn't do much, but I led the charge to badmouth you for days. I'm sorry.”
“…”
One after another, members of the Special Division bowed their heads in apology, not just out of guilt but out of growing admiration for the elderly man standing before them.
Even those who had done nothing wrong followed suit, apologizing and showing their respect.
Then, a steady voice cut through the crowd. “Let me through.”
Everyone parted as Brian walked up, eyes fixed on old Mr. Sims.
He saw the man's white hair, frail body, and shaky steps, but most of all, he saw those eyes—steady and unbroken.
The weight of it hit Brian like a punch to the gut.
Without warning, Brian dropped to his knees in front of old Mr. Sims with a loud thud.
Old Mr. Sims froze, startled. “What are you doing? Get up, get up…”
But Brian shook his head. “Please don't ask me to get up. I've known you my whole life, and I know the kind of person you are. But because of this stupid Special Division position, I let myself grow suspicious and resentful toward you. And when everything went south, I didn't question it—I just got angry. Mr. Sims, I'm so sorry!”
His forehead hit the ground with a sharp knock, the sound echoing in the room, making everyone's chest tighten.
When Brian lifted his head, his forehead was already turning red.
He looked like he was ready to bow again when old Mr. Sims chuckled, shaking his head. “You stubborn kid, get up!”
Brian froze, the familiar nickname hitting him hard. Memories of his younger years flooded back, and he blinked, his eyes suddenly red-rimmed. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.
Mr. Sims reached down and pulled him to his feet. “You've done a good job all these years,” he said softly.
“I should've handed the reins to you long ago, but I had to stay on for Barry's sake. It's only natural you'd have some hard feelings. But even so, I've seen everything you've done lately, and I'm proud of you.”
He helped Brian stand upright and smiled. “You're my pride. I know you'll take good care of the Special Division.”
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It’s been 10 days since the last update…….is there going to be anymore updates?...
So Keira's mother is the daughter of mr martin and scott & keira are cousins? Interesting!...
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What could be the purpose of the tasks given to Keira? Is it a prep for Keira to become the head of South fam or something else?...
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How many more chapters before Lewis appears at the banquet?? Im waiting to know the Olsen brothers & Victoria's reaction upon knowing that gigolo is Lewis....
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