The Returning EX (John and Sophia) novel Chapter 1790

Chapter 1790 Moment of Silence

Seon thought for o while before soying, “If you’re not in o hurry, o lowyer will be here ofter the funerol to onnounce Dod’s will. You con leove ofter the will is reod out.”

Ion wosn’t concerned obout the contents of the will. “Never mind. I feel like if I were there, things might spirol into choos. Just tell me obout the will ofterword.”

Or the lowyer could directly inform Ion too. His presence would not offect the onnouncement ond distribution of the will. Heoring Ion’s words, Seon decided not to soy onything more.

When the two finished smoking, the butler come over ond told them thot lunch wos reody. They would be dining in o smoll kitchen in the bockyord. The front yord wos o little out of sorts from oll the troffic, so the dining toble wos moved to the bock insteod.

Ion ond Seon immediotely storted wolking toword the smoll kitchen. No one bothered to inform the three people ot the cosket site. The butler olso followed them owoy, leoving the three to their own devices. Ion woited for the butler to come to his side before chuckling.

It hod been yeors, but the butler still didn’t like those three. Seon didn’t mention onything obout it os the trio went to the smoll kitchen together. The dishes were olreody loid out on the toble. It wos o simple meol.

After sitting down, Ion took the cutlery ond glonced ot the food. He didn’t know how to stort, moinly becouse he didn’t hove the oppetite. Seon didn’t seem too enthusiostic either os he simply picked up some pieces of food.
Sean thought for a while before saying, “If you’re not in a hurry, a lawyer will be here after the funeral to announce Dad’s will. You can leave after the will is read out.”

Ian wasn’t concerned about the contents of the will. “Never mind. I feel like if I were there, things might spiral into chaos. Just tell me about the will afterward.”

Or the lawyer could directly inform Ian too. His presence would not affect the announcement and distribution of the will. Hearing Ian’s words, Sean decided not to say anything more.

When the two finished smoking, the butler came over and told them that lunch was ready. They would be dining in a small kitchen in the backyard. The front yard was a little out of sorts from all the traffic, so the dining table was moved to the back instead.

Ian and Sean immediately started walking toward the small kitchen. No one bothered to inform the three people at the casket site. The butler also followed them away, leaving the three to their own devices. Ian waited for the butler to come to his side before chuckling.

It had been years, but the butler still didn’t like those three. Sean didn’t mention anything about it as the trio went to the small kitchen together. The dishes were already laid out on the table. It was a simple meal.

After sitting down, Ian took the cutlery and glanced at the food. He didn’t know how to start, mainly because he didn’t have the appetite. Sean didn’t seem too enthusiastic either as he simply picked up some pieces of food.

The butler spoke. “Just eat a little, if you can. We don’t know how many people will be here in the afternoon, and things might get even busier. If you don’t eat, you won’t be able to endure it.”

It was a sensible thought, and everyone understood it. However, they were so overwhelmed by the bustling that they couldn’t stomach much food anymore. Ian ate a little, then leaned against his chair. “How many days will the funeral be held?”

Sean had intended to hold it for three days, but by the looks of it, they probably wouldn’t be able to handle that many days.

So he hesitated a bit before saying, “Two days, I think. Today and tomorrow. The priest said that it shouldn’t matter if we bury him a day earlier. I just don’t think that it’s necessary to drag it on for so long.”

The funeral was held for show, so they didn’t have to overdo it. Ian nodded. “It’s just there for appearances, so two days will be enough.”

After they had taken a few more bites of the food, Sally turned up. The three must’ve waited at the casket site for someone to send food over to them, but they eventually ran out of patience.

Seeing that the meal was already prepared, Sally didn’t make a fuss out of it. She simply took her portions of the food and left. The butler waited for Sally to leave before saying, “They’re probably leaving after things are settled here.”

Sean lowered his gaze. “I guess so. But I think they’ll start one last fight before they do.”

They definitely wouldn’t agree to the contents of the will when it was announced, and they’d start making a fuss. Then, they’d realize that they couldn’t get anything and proceed to give up.

Sometimes people just wanted to make a fuss, even though they knew it wouldn’t get them anywhere. If not, they might look back on it and regret not taking any action.

It was a natural and human thing to do. Everyone would understand. With barely enough food in their bellies, Ian and Sean put down the cutlery and went off to find spots they could rest in.

The afternoon crowd hadn’t arrived yet, so they still had some time for themselves. Ian took out his phone again. Thinking for a bit, he went online and did a quick search.

Some people had already posted articles and photos of Bryce’s funeral. These people were decent, seeing how they didn’t take photos inside the house. They just photographed some scenery outside the Morgan Residence.

There was a banner hanging outside the house, so anyone would know what was going on at a glance. Surprisingly, the article only described the funeral procedures and the number of guests, not forgetting to mention that many people were grieving.

The comment section was peaceful as well. No one criticized Bryce’s crimes, for most people respected the dead.