The silence in Frank's hospital room was suffocating. Harry remained frozen in the doorway, still wearing his wedding tuxedo like a cruel reminder of the day that should have been his.Terry Solomon's cold eyes swept over his eldest son with undisguised disgust. "Look at you, standing there like a statue. Your brother nearly died while you were playing dress-up.""I wasn't playing—" Harry began weakly."Shut up," Melissa Solomon snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "Frank had chest pains so severe he could barely breathe, and where were you? Worried about some stupid ceremony."Sarah Solomon, Harry's younger sister, crossed her arms with a smirk. "Did you really think anyone would choose your pathetic wedding over Frank's life? How delusional can you be?""Sarah's right," chimed in Emma, the youngest Solomon daughter. "Frank is actually important to this family. You're just... here."They're right, Harry thought, his chest tightening. I am pathetic. Maybe if I just apologize, maybe

The bodyguards' grip on Harry's arms was like iron, their faces expressionless as they held him in place. Harry's chest heaved with panic as he looked around the room at his family's cold, determined faces."Please," Harry gasped, his voice breaking. "You can't do this to me. I'm your son, your brother!""You're being dramatic," Melissa said dismissively, not even looking at him as she fussed over Frank's blankets. "The doctor said you won't die.""Frank needs this more than you do," Terry added coldly. "Stop being selfish."Sarah rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Harry, you're acting like such a baby. It's just surgery.""Just surgery?" Harry's voice cracked with disbelief. "They're taking my heart!""And giving you a new one," Emma said impatiently. "What's the big deal?"Frank smiled weakly from his hospital bed. "Harry, I'm so grateful. You're saving my life.""This is what family does," Melissa cooed, stroking Frank's forehead. "We sacrifice for each other."But I'm the only one sacrif

The warehouse doors burst open with a thunderous crash as the Solomon family's private helicopter touched down outside. Mona was the first through the entrance, her designer heels clicking against the concrete floor."Frank! Frank, where are you?" Mona's voice echoed through the dim space, filled with desperate concern.Terry, Melissa, Sarah, and Emma rushed in behind her, their faces etched with worry and panic."My baby!" Melissa cried out, scanning the warehouse frantically. "Frank, answer me!"From the shadows near some shipping containers, Frank's weak voice called out, "Here... I'm here..."The family rushed toward the sound, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. They found Frank slumped against a wall, his hands loosely bound behind him, a small cut on his arm that he'd made with a shard of glass."Oh my God, Frank!" Mona dropped to her knees beside him, her hands trembling as she examined his condition."I've been cut," Frank whispered, his voice deliberately weak a

Harry slowly pushed himself up from the snow, his frozen muscles screaming in protest. Ice crystals clung to his soaked hair and clothes as he rose to his full height, water dripping from his trembling form."I am not a thief," Harry declared, his voice cutting through the winter air with surprising strength.Melissa's face contorted with fury. "How dare you stand up when I didn't give you permission!""You will kneel until you confess, you perverted little—" Terry began."No," Harry interrupted, his eyes blazing with newfound resolve. "I won't kneel anymore. Not for you, not for anyone in this family."This time, I know the truth, Harry thought with bitter clarity. This time, I won't let them destroy me.Sarah gasped in shock. "Did he just... did he just say no to Father?""The orphanage really did ruin him," Emma sneered. "He has no respect for authority."Frank stepped forward with fake concern. "Harry, you're making this worse for yourself. Just do what they say."Harry turned to

After several hours of waiting, Harry heard a low groan from the hospital bed. Alfred's eyes fluttered open, his face contorting with pain as consciousness slowly returned."Are you feeling better, sir?" Harry asked gently, leaning forward in his chair.Alfred's eyes widened in confusion as he tried to focus on Harry's face. "Who... who are you? Where am I? I was driving to work...""Please don't panic," Harry said calmly, raising his hands in a reassuring gesture. "You had a car accident this morning. I brought you to the hospital."Alfred tried to sit up but winced at the pain. "An accident? But I don't remember...""The doctors said you had a minor heart attack while driving," Harry explained. "That's what caused you to lose control of your car. But your treatment is progressing well—there's nothing to worry about."Alfred looked around the sterile hospital room, then back at Harry with bewilderment. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you have left by now?"Harry shifted uncomforta