The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 48

Ryan sat on the old wooden chair inside the small hidden house he used as his shelter. The place was quiet, far from town, surrounded by tall trees and silence. His shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. The wound on his arm burned painfully, but he did not stop. He breathed heavily and placed a clean cloth on the injury.

He winced. The pain was sharp, but he forced himself to stay calm. He had been through worse. He had slept on cold floors, worked under the sun, endured hunger when running away from danger. Pain did not break him. It only reminded him why he must fight.

He cleaned the injury slowly, pressing the cloth against the bleeding skin. The image of the masked man flashed in his mind again and again. The loud sound inside the company building, the sudden attack, the gun pointed at him, and the heavy fight they had in the dark.

He closed his eyes tightly.

“Who is he?” Ryan whispered to himself.

He could still hear the stranger’s footsteps running away into the night. He had tried to chase him with everything he had left, but the man was fast. Too fast. And Ryan’s wound made it worse.

He felt angry. Angry that he could not see the man’s face. Angry that the same people who destroyed his father’s life were still walking freely. Angry that the company that belonged to his family was now in the hands of criminals.

His father’s voice echoed in his memory.

“Be strong, son. One day, you will understand everything.”

Ryan clenched his fist.

“I will understand,” he murmured. “And I will take everything back.”

He wrapped the cloth tighter around his arm and stood up slowly. The hidden house was quiet, but it was safe. This was where he planned everything. Where he met his men in secret. Where he followed Clara’s family from far away to protect them without being seen.

He walked to the small table and opened a drawer. Inside were old documents, maps, and a file containing all the information he had gathered over the years. Every name, every suspicious person, every link connected to his father’s death.

He pulled out a photo of his father. A tall man with gentle eyes and a warm smile. A man who had never deserved to die the way he did.

Ryan swallowed hard.

“I won’t fail you,” he whispered.

He sat down and opened a notebook, writing everything that happened tonight. The masked man’s height. The way he fought. The shoes he wore. Every detail could lead to something.

As he wrote, his thoughts drifted to Clara and her family. Mrs Harrison’s sickness… the bills… the fear in Ava’s eyes… Clara pretending to be strong even when she was breaking inside.

He cared about them more than he should, especially when they still believed he was a useless son-in-law who disappeared without a word. But that didn’t matter. He didn’t need their thanks. He only needed them safe.

He closed the notebook gently.

“I’ll protect them from the shadows,” he said.

He tightened the bandage on his arm again. The pain was still there, but so was his determination. Nothing would stop him. Not wounds. Not fear. Not the past.

He walked to the small window and looked outside. The moonlight touched his face, calm and cold.

“Your company will return to you, Father,” he whispered softly. “And the truth will come out. I will get justice for you. I won’t stop until I find the person behind all of this.”

His heart burned with purpose.

He turned away from the window, sat back down, and began planning his next move.

Ryan was hurt, tired, and disappointed… but he was far from defeated.

He was only getting started.