My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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"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.

in front of old Mr.

startled. "What are you doing? Get up,

my whole life, and I know the kind of person you are. But because of this stupid Special Division position, I let myself grow suspicious and resentful toward you. And when

the ground with a sharp knock, the sound echoing in the room, making everyone's chest

head, his forehead was already turning

he was ready to bow again when old Mr. Sims chuckled, shaking his head. "You

hitting him hard. Memories of his younger years flooded back, and he blinked,

him to his feet. "You've done a good job all these years,"

on for Barry's sake. It's only natural you'd have some hard feelings. But even so, I've seen everything you've done lately, and I'm

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

in shock.

Sims glanced over at Barry Brandt, smiling. "Barry's back, so there's no need for me to hang on to this job any 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 be flagged. Now, it can all go to charity—it's Barry's

Sims had never been involved in corruption; the

even more, and his eyes filled with

"You've worked so hard all these years, but you could have retired. I could have worked with Brian to handle

You kept sending me the money you earned abroad to keep it from being frozen in your account. It was only a matter of time before everything blew up. If I hadn't stayed in this position, Brian would have been the one

weight of old Mr. Sims' sacrifice

He understood now.

the

had been in charge, he would have been the one thrown into prison and branded as

regret overwhelmed