The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 2-The Morning After

     The sun rose gently over the Harrison mansion, but the mood inside was far from peaceful.

Clara sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting the bedsheet. She hadn’t slept all night. Ryan hadn’t come home until dawn, and when he did, he slipped quietly into bed as if nothing had happened.

Now he was in the kitchen, frying eggs.

“Ryan,” she called softly, walking in. “Where did you go last night?”

Ryan flipped the egg, calm as ever. “Just took a walk.”

Clara crossed her arms. “A walk? You left when men attacked my father’s factory! Do you think this is the time to go strolling?”

He turned, looked at her, and smiled faintly. “Did they burn the factory?”

She frowned. “No… but—”  

She stopped. “Wait. How did you know?”

Before Ryan could answer, the front door burst open. Clara’s mother rushed in, her hair messy, her face pale. “Clara! You won’t believe it!”

Ryan calmly placed the fried egg on a plate. “What happened?”

“The attackers! They’re gone! Every one of them! When the police arrived, they found the whole Black Viper group tied up outside the gate!” Her eyes were wide with shock. “Even the leader was kneeling, crying for mercy. No one knows who did it!”

Clara blinked. “That’s impossible… the Black Vipers? Caught overnight?”

Her mother nodded quickly. “The police said it looked like professional soldiers handled it. But no one saw anything. No footprints, no vehicles—nothing!”

Ryan just nodded slowly, cutting into his egg. “That’s good news.”

Clara’s mother stared at him. “Good news? That’s all you have to say? Our enemies were destroyed overnight!”

Ryan smiled faintly. “Maybe your family has good luck.”

She scoffed. “Luck? Maybe someone finally pitied us. Definitely not you.”

Clara watched him quietly. There was something strange in his eyes, something she’d never seen before—calm, strong, and cold at the same time.  

He wasn’t surprised by anything her mother said.

After her mother left, Clara sat down opposite him. “Ryan… if you know something, tell me.”

He didn’t look up. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I did.”

“Try me,” she said softly.

He glanced at her then, his eyes deep and unreadable. “Let’s just say old ghosts don’t sleep forever.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his phone buzzed—his normal phone this time, the one everyone knew. He checked the message and stood up.

“Where are you going now?” Clara asked.

He grabbed his jacket. “Work.”

She frowned. “At the delivery place?”

Ryan smiled. “Yes. Someone has to deliver peace of mind.”

He walked out, leaving her more confused than ever.

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Across town, in a dark warehouse, three men knelt on the ground, trembling.

A tall man in black boots stood before them. “The commander sent me to deliver a message,” he said coldly. “He said if you ever touch the Harrison family again, there won’t be a next time.”

One of the men swallowed hard. “Commander? Who is he?”

The man smirked. “You called him useless once.”

Then he turned and left.

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That evening, the Harrison mansion was noisy again. Everyone was talking about the “mysterious hero” who saved the factory.

Uncle Fred laughed. “Maybe the police finally did their job.”

Aunt Mabel added, “Whoever it was, I hope he keeps helping. People like Ryan can’t.”

Ryan sat silently, eating his food. He didn’t need their thanks.  

Clara looked at him again, this time longer than before. Something inside her told her the truth was sitting right across the table.

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That night, when Ryan stepped outside to breathe the cold air, his phone buzzed again—the secret one. He picked it up and heard a voice say,  

“Commander, the enemy leader wants to meet you. He says he knows something about your past.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “My past?”

“Yes, sir.”

Ryan looked up at the dark sky and whispered,  

“Then maybe it’s time to dig up what I buried.”