Salute To The General
Chapter 1608

Chapter 1608

A while later, they finally arrived at the White House.

Because Will had other errands to run, he left first instead of accompanying Nathan into the WhiteHouse.

Nathan made his way inside alone and sought an audience with the President.

He was ushered into the reception hall. A while later, Camilla appeared in a green dress to greethim.

“How do you do, Aunt Camilla.”

The rest of his subordinates greeted her respectfully as well. “A pleasure to meet you,

Madam!” they chorused.

Camilla looked a little worn-out. With an anxious expression on her face, she tried to smile atNathan and said, “Nathan, you really came!

Actually, you shouldn't have come at all.”

“Travelling on a plane for so many hours must have taken a toll on you. Besides, lots of people inBrimmopolis are feeling hostile towards you now. With you around, you're only going to give themmore chance to act.”

Nathan shook his head. “I owe my life to the President. Once a mentor, always a mentor— now thathe's sick, it's only natural that I drop by and visit him.”

Here, Nathan couldn't help but ask, “Aunt Camilla, how's he doing? Can I go in and take a look athim?”

“The doctors just hooked him up to an IV drip and coaxed him to drink a few mouthfuls of soup. Hejust fell asleep,” Camilla said apologetically.

Immediately, Nathan replied, “I'll come back and visit him when he wakes up tomorrow, then.”

Camilla added quickly, “Nathan, I think it's best if you come and visit him after he recovers.

Recently, he's been very resistant towards seeing anyone, including you.”

Nathan felt a little confused. “Why?”

“He has his pride,” Camilla replied. “He doesn't want people to see him in such a weak, frail state.”

“Your mentor is an important man who wields power over a nation. Everyone looks up to him andrespects him.” “Now that he's sick, he is very reluctant that anyone should see him in this state. Hedoesn't want to destroy the perfect image of himself in your minds, do you understand?”

Nathan sighed. “Alright, then. I'm still on leave now, so I'll stay in Brimmopolis for a few more days. Ihope he recovers soon.”

“Okay,” Camilla said, nodding. “Why don't you stay here at the White House?”

However, Nathan shook his head to reject her proposition. “It's alright. I don't want to inconvenienceyou and the staff. I'll just replace a hotel outside and stay there for the time being.”

Camilla nodded. “Okay.”

After chatting for a while longer, Nathan finally took his leave and left the White House.

At that very moment, there were thousands of people gathered outside the gates of the BrimmopolisPrison.

All of them were important men, especially the hundred-odd of them who stood right at the front. Allof them were either Heads of Departments or the representative of a company's CEO.

Passers-by saw this and felt rather curious at the huge commotion. Which important person wasabout to be released from prison?

“I heard one of the ex-senior members of the Cabinet, Wilfred Lieberman, is getting out today.”

“Oh my gosh! Do you mean that powerful and frightening Mr. Lieberman whom everyone used tofear back then? Has he been granted parole?” “Seems like it. Well, the tiger has been freed

from his cage!”

I heard that his son got killed by someone in Channing a while ago. Now that the old man is out ofprison, he's probably going to go after the person who murdered his son!”

At that moment, the gates of the prison swung open slowly.

An elderly man walked out from the gates, looking rather stiff in an old pair of leather shoes. He waswearing a pair of glasses and a black-and-white suit with a grey jacket to match.

His face was calm and composed. Nobody could tell what he was thinking behind those deep-seteyes.

In fact, Wilfred Lieberman looked too average to be true. He looked like a normal salaryman in a

company.

However, everyone could feel the aura of prestige and elegance that radiated from him, as well asthe distinct aura of someone who had enjoyed a privileged existence for a long time.

When the crowd at the gates saw him, they chorused joyfully, “Congratulations on your freedom, Mr.Lieberman!”

“Mr. Lieberman, we've already organized a feast to celebrate your release. Please get in the car.”

However, Wilfred shook his head and said coldly, “No. Take me to my son's grave—I'd like to seehim.”