The Betrayed Son in Law Rise to Influence

Chapter 8

"Please come soon so you can apprehend this criminal," Ash urged into the phone.

The police officer on the other end of the line responded with "Thank you for the tip, ma'am. We'll be there shortly." 

In less than two minutes, the police arrived. The lead officer scanned the room, his voice clear and firm as he asked, "Who's the one who filed a report against a thief here?"

All eyes gravitated toward Ash. She stepped forward, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "I'm the one, Inspector," she declared. She shot a withering glance at Simon.

"This man," Ash continued, pointing accusingly at Simon, "came into this mall and splurged $500,000 on some flimsy dresses in this boutique." 

The shopkeeper stepped forward, "Ma'am, with all due respect, we don't sell flimsy dresses here."

"Whatever," she snapped. "The point is, Inspector, he spent all that money using the black card in his hand. I know this guy—he's broke. And as you can see, he doesn’t exactly look like someone who could afford that kind of card."

The inspector, his expression unreadable, turned to Simon. "Sir, may I have your name?" 

Simon handed over his ID, his movements slow and deliberate. The inspector’s gaze flickered briefly as he noticed the sleek black card Ash had mentioned. After a brief exchange with his superiors over the radio, the inspector’s demeanor shifted noticeably. 

"Ma'am," he began, his voice carrying a note of irritation, "please refrain from making false reports in the future. The police have more pressing matters to attend to." He then turned to Simon, his tone softening with respect. "Sir, I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience. I hope this incident hasn’t caused you too much trouble."

Simon met the inspector’s gaze with a calm, steady look. "It’s fine," he replied, his voice cool. "Some people can’t handle seeing others enjoy things they’ll never have." 

The inspector then turned to face Ash “Ma’am, you have to follow us to the police station for giving the police the wrong information and wasting the police’s time based on false accusations “

Also, Mr Simon you can also press charges for defamation “

As the officers led Ash away, her voice echoed through the store. "Do you know who I am? I’m a Katherine! I’m going to sue all of you! Simon, you’ll regret this!"

Simon watched her go, With a final glance at the crowd, he turned and left the store. Arriving home, Simon was greeted by the familiar, comforting warmth of Cass modest apartment. 

"Simon," she greeted, her voice laced with affection, She attempted to sit up, but Simon quickly moved to her side, gently easing her back against the pillows. "How are you, Mama?" he asked.

She smiled, "Simon, don't worry about me. I’m fine; I’ve always been fine. I’ll get better soon. The medication Cass has been giving me has been a great help with the post-op pain. I just can’t thank Cass enough for everything she’s done. Simon, please thank her properly for me."

Simon nodded, "Of course, Mama. But let's not talk about that right now. I have a gift for you."

His mother looked at him, her expression softening "Simon, what is this? You don’t need to get me anything. As long as you're here and safe, that’s more than enough for me."

Simon’s smile deepened, "Please, Mama. Just open it and let me know what you think."

With excitement, his mother unwrapped the package, her movements slow. When the last layer of wrapping fell away, she gasped softly, her eyes filling with tears. Inside was a dress, the fabric flowing and shimmering.

"It’s beautiful," she whispered, "It’s been so long since I’ve worn something like this. I love it."

Simon leaned in and embraced her gently. "I’m so glad you do, Mama." For a moment, the troubles of the day melted away, leaving only the pure, simple joy of a son making his mother happy.

Suddenly, his mother looked at Simon, concern furrowing her brow. "Simon," she began cautiously, "lately, I’ve noticed you’ve been spending quite a bit of money. It’s unusual. Is there something you need to tell me?"

* Simon hesitated, He had known this conversation was inevitable. Taking a deep breath, he asked his mother to sit down, and then he began to tell her everything—how he had been contacted by the butler of his real family that had long abandoned him, and how they had given him access to resources he could never have imagined.

His mother listened in silence, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and joy. When Simon finished, she was in tears, overwhelmed by the sudden and unexpected turn in their lives. "I wish your parents were here to see how everything has changed," she said softly.

Simon placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice gentle and comforting. "Don’t worry, Mama. Everything’s going to be fine. This is just the beginning." He stayed with her until she fell asleep.

Later that evening, Simon found Cass in the living room, curled up with a book. She looked up as he entered, her eyes meeting his with a questioning glance.

"May I join you?" Simon asked, his voice soft.

Cass nodded, gesturing to the seat beside her. 

After a long pause, Simon finally spoke. "Miss Cass," he began, "I wanted to give you a small token of my appreciation for everything you’ve done for my mother—for all the care, the kindness, and for accommodating us so generously." He handed her a neatly wrapped package,

Cass looked at the package, then back at Simon, "You really didn’t have to do this," she said softly, "I can’t accept this." She tried to hand the package back.

But Simon gently pushed it back toward her, his smile warm and genuine. "Please, I insist. It’s just a small gesture. It didn’t cost much, I promise. I’d be honored if you accepted it—or are you really going to turn me down?" He added the last bit with a playful chuckle, hoping to ease her discomfort.

Cass hesitated for a moment longer before relenting. She took the package from his hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you," she said quietly, "I really appreciate this."

"No," Simon replied, "Thank you."

After their brief exchange, Simon excused himself, stepping outside to clear his head. 

The next morning, Simon visited the penthouse he had Mr. Beckley acquired for him in the city’s most elite neighborhood. The penthouse was a masterpiece of modern design—floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, The interior was all sleek lines and understated luxury, every detail meticulously crafted.

The penthouse exceeded all of Simon’s expectations. The neighborhood was the most expensive in the city, a place reserved for only the ultra-wealthy, even the Katherine family couldn’t afford to live in this neighborhood.

Excited to share the news, Simon quickly informed his mother of his decision to move. She approved with a smile.

Simon then called a moving company, eager to start this new chapter of their lives.

As the movers arrived and began their work, Simon noticed a figure stepping out of a luxurious car parked near the building’s entrance. Dark sunglasses protected their eyes, adding an air of mystery to their presence.