The cold evening wind howled through the city streets as Arthur Price climbed the steps of the Harris family villa. His shirt clung to his back, damp from sweat even though the air was chilly. In his pocket, the hospital receipt was folded and creased, nearly tearing from how tightly he had been holding it the whole way here. The bank had called him earlier to inform him that the little deposit he had made for his mother’s hospital bill had been withdrawn and the teller had said the recipient was someone from the Harris family. Arthur did not need to guess twice to know who took the money. It was Racheal Harris, his wife and first granddaughter of the Harris family. They had been married for three years, not out of love, but through a marriage agreement arranged between Racheal’s late grandfather and his mother, Madam Aiyun, the only family he ever had. And now, she was lying in a public hospital bed with no treatment, no special care, and no hope, because the little money he had

Arthur stood in the rain, phone trembling in his hand. Deposit received: $100,000,000. He stared at the glowing screen, his mind blank. His throat tightened. This couldn’t be real. Impossible. Another cruel joke? A glitch? A laugh slipped out—dry, bitter. “A hundred million… what a dumb joke." Arthur grumbled, shoving the phone back into his pocket, forcing his breath to steady. His mother needed him focused, not chasing illusions. The Harrises still owed him, and he would take what was his. The Harris Group building was located in the heart of the city. Getting into the building was hard, but due to party, the guards were only after the rich, trying to get a few bucks out of them and in turn, ignoring him. Inside the top floor banquet hall, lights sparkled and guests mingled, laughed, and partied. The moment Arthur stepped into the room, drenched and shivering, heads turned to look at him. “Racheal’s ex-husband?” “What is he doing here?” “Get security!” Before anyone cou

“Mr. Price… the payment is gone.”Arthur opened his eyes. “What?”“The three million you paid was transferred out to another account.”He shot up. “What are you talking about?!”“We checked. The registered emergency contact on the patient’s file is still Mrs. Racheal Harris. Her mother withdrew the funds remotely using hospital authority rights.”Arthur was devastated.Immediately his phone beeped again. This time it was a voice message.Mrs. Linda’s voice crackled through the speaker.“You really thought you could hide money from us, Arthur? After everything we did for you? How selfish! Our daughter suffered with you for three years while you lived off us like a parasite. And now you suddenly steal our money without offering to compensate us? You’ll learn, Arthur. That’s your punishment. If you were smart, you would have stayed on your knees.”Arthur froze. It was always the same. No matter what he did, no matter how low he bent, they wanted him lower still.Dr. Christina stepped for

Arthur looked at the man in front of him. The man was tall and serious, dressed in a black suit with a silver pin on his collar. He seemed like someone very important and powerful.Arthur’s lips moved, but no sound came out at first.“My… father?”“Yes, Young Master,” the man said, bowing his head again. “My name is Mason. I work directly for the Price Family Estate.”Arthur took a step back.Mason continued slowly. “Your real family.”Arthur felt dizzy. Everything felt like a dream. First, the sudden money. Then, the truth from Madam Aiyun. Now this man was talking about a family he had never known.Nights of going to bed hungry when the Harris family denied him food and his pride forced him to endure silently. That suffering made Arthur question every word Mason spoke now.“You mean to tell me that my father abandoned me,” Arthur said with a low voice. “And I grew up believing that I was poor.”Mason’s eyes were calm, but profound. “It was not his choice, Young Master. There is a lo

Standing outside the cafe, Madam Yiran’s words echoed in his head like wedding bells. Twin.He had a twin, and she had disappeared six months prior. Never in his life would he have imagined he would have a loving family, let alone a sibling. He took in a deep breath, eyes downcast as he stared blankly at the pavement.His nanny's death was only a reminder. He wasn't going to sit back and watch his newfound family disappear.Strengthening his resolve, he hardened his gaze, walking towards his parked sedan, only to freeze in place as he locked eyes with a burly-looking man with a scar running down from his left eye to his cheek. For a while, everything stood frozen, even as Arthur locked gazes with the man.His heart pounded, and he couldn't deny the nagging voice that told him he was being followed and this wasn't his father's men. The man turned—and bolted.Arthur shot forward without a second thought.“Hey! Stop!”He sprinted past startled pedestrians, weaving through cars as hor