The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 39

    Ryan did not sleep well that night. Even in the quiet house where he stayed, far away from town, his mind refused to rest. He sat by the window, staring into the dark street, thinking about everything that had happened. His life had changed too suddenly, and the past he tried so hard to bury kept pulling him back.

He rubbed his palms together slowly, a habit he developed over the years whenever he felt troubled. “I thought leaving town would bring me peace,” he whispered to himself. “But peace is something I’ve never had.”

Ryan stood up and walked to the small dining table where he had spread a few documents. Old documents. Painful documents. The ones he kept hidden for years.

On top of the pile was a picture of his father.

A tall man, smiling. A man who once owned one of the biggest companies in the state. A man who should still be alive.

Ryan picked up the picture gently, his fingers trembling. “Dad… I am trying. I promise I am trying.”

He touched the corner of the photo, remembering the night everything was destroyed. His father didn’t die from sickness. He was murdered. And the people who killed him had taken over the company the very next week. They changed everything, erased every trace of him, and made it look like his father had never built anything.

For years, Ryan had searched for clues. But everything always led to a dead end.

Still, he refused to stop.

He sat down and opened a small notebook. Inside were notes his father wrote before he died—warnings, fears, and details of strange things happening in the company. There were also a few names written down. Not full names. Just initials. As if his father knew he didn’t have much time left.

Ryan traced those initials with his thumb.

M.  

J.  

R.

He did not know who they were yet. But he knew they played a part in everything.

Suddenly, his mind drifted to Clara’s family. Even though he stayed far away, he still cared about them. He still watched over them secretly. His men were always around the area, making sure no harm came to them. He treated them like the family he lost, even though they never knew his truth.

He leaned back on the chair and sighed deeply. “I hope they’re safe tonight.”

But then he remembered something Eric had said during their confrontation—a small sentence that Ryan could not forget:

“You don’t know anything, Ryan. And if you dig too deep, you won’t survive.”

It bothered him. Why would Eric say something like that? What did Eric know? And if he knew something about Ryan’s father’s death, why was he pretending?

Ryan slowly closed the notebook and set it aside. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was not right. He did not trust Eric, not even for a second. And the fact that Eric suddenly became close to Clara’s family made everything even more suspicious.

He walked back to the window and gazed outside. His eyes became sharper, colder—filled with a quiet determination.

“I won’t let you hurt them,” he muttered. “And I won’t let you hide the truth.”

A single streetlight flickered outside. It reminded him of something his father used to tell him:

*“The truth doesn’t stay buried forever. Someone always digs it up.”*

Ryan clenched his jaw.

Maybe he was that someone.

He turned away from the window, pulled on his jacket, and grabbed his phone. He typed a message to one of his men.

“Keep watching the Harrison house. Day and night. No breaks.”

Then he added a second message:

“And find out everything about Eric. Every detail. Every lie.”

He dropped the phone on the table and sat back down, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He knew his life would become more dangerous as he continued searching. He knew the people who killed his father were powerful, and they wouldn’t hesitate to destroy him too.

But he had already made his choice.

He would uncover the truth.

Even if it cost him everything.

He looked at his father’s picture one last time before turning off the lights.

“Dad… I’ll finish what you started.”