brother.
All my life, I’d worked hard, desperately trying to make myself more accomplished.
Not just to get Dad’s attention, but hoping to protect my brother when we grew up.
I had carefully analyzed his real estate project and discovered pollution risks in the land.
Recklessly developing it would have resulted in both economic and reputational disaster, yet his response was to tell me to “get
out of his company.”
And that “buddy” of his was an abusive man who had already been divorced twice. How could I marry someone like that?
As for the engagement with Nathan’s family, I had planned to step back from company management after marriage.
I would let my brother take full charge, with all the resources from Nathan’s family going to him.
I had even thought that, for my brother’s sake, I could endure a loveless marriage with Nathan.
Little did I know that the brother I wanted to protect had long wished me dead.
“Since you hate me so much, I don’t want a brother like you either.
“From now on, we go our separate ways. This blood tie is broken!”
I said coldly, the last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanishing.
Just then, Dad’s secretary walked in.
“Mr. Cooper has returned from overseas. He’s in Mrs. Cooper’s room and requests both of you to come.”
I was wheeled into the hospital room where Mom lay in bed, looking ill but forcing herself to appear strong as she watched us.
Dad sat nearby, his expression dark, his gaze falling on my legs in the wheelchair as he spoke icily, “Is this how you took care of
your mother and
sister?”
