The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 008

Finally, the thick silence in the air broke—not by anyone from the Laurent family, not even by Damian whose mouth was still hanging half-open, but by a raspy yet firm voice from Gerard, the man who’d just been pulled back from the brink of death.

“I... I’m okay. No need to call an ambulance, Miss Evelyne.”

Gerard Whitmore slowly sat upright, his voice still heavy but clear. He raised a hand to calm everyone down. “I can breathe again. My heartbeat is back to normal. This... is incredible.”

All eyes turned to him, then reflexively shifted to Kael—who was still sitting calmly at the far end of the table, like nothing had happened.

With his breathing steadying, Gerard waved off Damian’s help and stood up on his own. He brushed off his suit, making sure he really was back to normal, then made his way slowly toward Kael’s end of the table.

When he stopped in front of Kael, the old man wore a look that mixed admiration and guilt.

He’d been the loudest one laughing earlier when Kael was being mocked—and now that same man had saved his life.

It was a serious mistake.

“Young man,” Gerard said, voice steady but full of respect, “I regret laughing at you earlier. Who would’ve thought the man I mocked would be the one to pull me back from the edge of death?”

Kael looked up at him with a completely indifferent expression.

Truthfully, he wished the old man would just sit back down and get on with their business talk. He didn’t need the gratitude.

But since Evelyne respected the man, Kael forced himself to listen to the whole speech.

“And this wasn’t just some lucky save. You knew exactly what you were doing. Quick, precise—better than any doctor who’s ever treated me.”

Gerard exhaled deeply and bowed slightly.

“Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You’ve given me a few more years to live... and that’s priceless.”

Kael simply replied, “Don’t mention it.”

Thinking Kael was still offended by how he’d been treated earlier, Gerard decided to clear the air by speaking louder, this time making sure everyone in the room could hear him.

He knew Kael wasn’t some ordinary guy. Most likely, he was a hidden genius—maybe even a legendary doctor in disguise.

With skills like that, he could’ve made a name for himself anywhere. But here he was, staying in some minor household as an unemployed son-in-law being constantly disrespected.

That could only mean he was keeping a low profile for some reason.

Which is why Gerard wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

“If this is what people call useless, unworthy, a trash son-in-law... then this world has truly forgotten how to recognize greatness!”

The other investors dropped their heads in shame. Damian looked like he’d just swallowed a bitter pill.

Meanwhile, Madam Agatha and Mariana sat in stiff silence—for the first time, with no sarcastic remarks to throw.

Evelyne, still holding the phone that now felt completely useless, stared at Kael with an expression she couldn’t quite define—shock, confusion... and maybe, just a little pride.

Kael, who hadn’t expected Gerard to sing his praises in front of everyone, quietly smiled.

Not bad.

Because of this, he’d shut up Damian and every other Laurent family member. It even got Evelyne to give him a small smile. That smile was warm, genuine, and... had a faint glimmer of pride in it.

It was the first time she had ever smiled at him like that.

And out of the thousands of compliments Kael had ever received in his life—this might be the one that actually made him feel happy.

At that point, Gerard looked Kael straight in the eyes and let out a long sigh—like he’d just realized how terribly wrong he’d been earlier.

He continued, “Young man… I’ve spent my life sitting at tables like this, meeting young men in expensive suits, with fancy degrees and fake smiles. But none of them have done what you did today—saving a life with calm, steady hands, no ego, no theatrics.”

Gerard glanced at Damian, his face showing clear disappointment, then turned back to Kael with admiration in his eyes.

“You may have walked in here wearing simple clothes, no tie, no luxury watch... but today, you’re the only man in this room who made me feel safe.”

“Your courage... your intelligence... and the way you stayed composed even when mocked—those are qualities that money can’t buy.”

The room began to shift uneasily. Agatha glanced at Damian, who looked increasingly nervous.

Then Gerard smirked and added, “Honestly... I’m starting to think my granddaughters need a man like you—”

Everyone tensed. Damian snapped his head up in shock.

Could it be...?

And as if to confirm Damian’s worst fears, Gerard said:

“If you’re not being appreciated here, how about marrying my beautiful granddaughter instead? She’d treat you far better than the Laurent family ever could. You’d be honored—just like a real husband should be!”