Betty sat beside Brandon’s bed. He was laying in bed, unconscious for three days. The steady beeping of the monitor was the only proof that he was still here, still fighting, even when he gave no sign of it.Betty held his hand. Aside from the fact that they were family, Brandon was the only one closer to her now. The warmth of his palm against hers felt faint, almost slipping away, and she tightened her grip as if she could anchor him back.Because of the scandal surrounding their family, everyone had left her. Her best friend. Even the love she thought she could get. One by one, they had disappeared, as though her life had become something contagious.“Please come back.” she whispered again for the thirteenth time under ten minutes. The words were starting to lose shape, dissolving into desperation rather than sound.Five hours ago, she remembered it. The doctor’s words like she was told only a second ago. They hadn’t softened with time; if anything, they had settled deeper, heavier

“Dear Liam, You shouldn’t have taken the blame for my granddaughter’s recklessness. My son Michael has taught them not to be of integrity for their actions and which has turned their eyes against humanity. I will get you out and write to the police who the real culprit is. Until then, please take good care of yourself.”Betty’s hand shook terribly as she read this. Each word pressed harder against her chest, forcing her to see a truth she had completely ignored. She had thought that Liam was a slave of their family, that everyone including Berry was satisfied with the fact that he took the blame for her. That it was expected of him. That it meant nothing. But now…Now it was clear; it had never been nothing.She picked out the next letter underneath this one in the drawer, her fingers unsteady but determined, as though she needed to see everything at once.“To Master Berry Kingston,” she read boldly as the letter head. And immediately, she figured it out. Liam had written Berry back f

The Kingsley Estate was the most expensive estate in all of the Greenfield city and nation.Betty clenched her fist. Not out of anger, but because of the weight of the concern pressing down on her. It was bigger than pride, bigger than status.She knew it. She couldn’t go to the Kingsley Estate no matter what. The security there would never allow her to enter.Though she was not an average person herself, she understood the difference. There were levels to riches. A person of the Kingsley family was much more than her in every way, and access to them was not something she could demand.“Yes!” she blurted, her eyes lighting up as a new thought formed in her mind.Sebastian Kingsley was the one who built the Kingsley estate. For a person as rich as that, there was no way he wouldn’t have something called the penthouse. It was almost expected for someone of his level to own properties beyond the estate itself.In most cases, many rich people usually have the penthouse in other countries

Betty sat on the snowy ground. Liam had totally disappeared into the distance. Her heart continued to ache.Five years ago, if she was ever told that something like this could happen, she would ignore it. She would confidently chuckle, look into the person who made such a ridiculous claim in the eyes and tell him it could never happen.But here they were, five years later, it had happened.Cold seeped through her clothes, yet she did not feel it as much as the pain tightening around her chest.She rose to her feet. Even though Liam had driven off, she believed it.She could bring him back if she caused more scene.That thought settled quickly in her mind, giving her a fragile sense of control.She walked towards the gate, wanting to approach the security. She furrowed her brow and wanted to do as she thought when her phone rang.The sharp sound cut through her thoughts, pulling her back from acting recklessly.“Hello,” she paused and picked.“Ms Kingston, your brother is awake.” Her h

“I knew it!” Brandon clenched his fist weakly. But his expression showed the strength he intended.The realization settled heavily on him, yet it also gave him a strange sense of clarity.“I have been trying to solve this puzzle for long and my thoughts keep going to Liam.”Each word came with certainty now.“He is the only person we mistreated. The person we all cursed, looked down on and even slapped at any given chance our fingers inched. We did him dirty and it only made sense if we offended someone at the top.”The truth was bitter, but undeniable.“Grandfather was too fond of him. He disowned his own grandchildren and made him the favorite. It is not surprising that he made Sebastian his friend to make Liam his successor.”That past now explained the present too well.“Tell me. What then happened when you saw him at the penthouse?”His eyes fixed on Betty, needing every detail.Betty sighed again.The memory did not come lightly.The thought of it transitioned into a vision.It