My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

"I'm sorry too, Mr. Sims!"

A man stepped forward. "I sealed the windows on purpose so you wouldn't see any light."

Another added, "I made sure the door was cracked at night to let the cold air in while you slept."

"I didn't do much, but I led the charge to badmouth you for days. I'm sorry."

"..."

One after another, members of the Special Division bowed their heads in apology, not just out of guilt but out of growing admiration for the elderly man standing before them.

Even those who had done nothing wrong followed suit, apologizing and showing their respect.

Then, a steady voice cut through the crowd. "Let me through."

Everyone parted as Brian walked up, eyes fixed on old Mr. Sims.

He saw the man's white hair, frail body, and shaky steps, but most of all, he saw those eyes—steady and unbroken.

The weight of it hit Brian like a punch to the gut.

Brian dropped to his knees in front of old Mr.

startled. "What are you doing? Get up,

person you are. But because of this stupid Special Division position, I let myself grow suspicious and resentful toward you. And when everything went south, I

hit the ground with a sharp knock, the sound

his forehead was already turning

when old Mr. Sims

years flooded back, and he blinked, his

to his feet. "You've done a good job all

ago, but I had to stay on for Barry's sake. It's only

pride. I know you'll take good care of the

in shock. "What

longer. It's time for me to retire. As for the money in my account, I didn't touch a cent because I was afraid it'd

Sims had never been involved in corruption; the

tightened even more, and his

old Mr. Sims' arm. "You've worked so hard all these years, but you could have retired. I could have

sending me the money you earned abroad to keep it from being frozen in your account. It was only

weight of old

He understood now.

his position for the power or the title. He stayed

Brian had been in charge, he would have been