A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1321

3AM in the capital. There was barely anyone on the streets, but it glittered with neon lights anyway. This wasn’t his first time admiring the scenery in Ayashe, but it felt different for the first time tonight.

He returned to the Smith Estate and walked into Don Smith’s room. That sly, strange-tempered old thing would never climb out of bed to torment him again. He laid there quietly, deathly still.

He stood in front of the bed in silence for more than half an hour. The pain in his legs graduated into numbness, yet he showed no reaction. Jett had driven him back from the hospital. He watched him as he stood there and knew that his legs wouldn’t be able to take it. “Sir, don’t stand too long,” he reminded him, unable to help himself. “Your legs haven’t fully healed. Be careful, it might get worse.”

Alejandro took a deep breath. “Tell everyone. Start funeral proceedings, make it grand. The old man has had a lustrous life. We can’t possibly give him a depressing ceremony.”

Jett grunted a reply then turned around and left.