The next morning, Jonathan woke up to the sounds of shattering glass echoing through the Anderson mansion. Jonathan froze, knowing somehow that this, too, would be his fault.He rushed towards the source of the noise, his heart pounding fast in his chest. As he rounded the corner into the main living room, he saw Mrs. Anderson standing over what looked like the remains of a very expensive Ming vase.The vase was a rare kind; only very few people in the country could own such a piece. Mrs. Anderson's facial expression was chilling and terrifying.Poor Jonathan wished he had pretended to still be sleeping when he heard it. Now he was definitely going to take all the blame. 'Who knows, she might even ask me to pay for it,' he thought. 'This really looks expensive. How do I pay for it? Maybe my yearly savings could get...'Since Gramps had died a few months ago, they had cut down his salary to a very meager sum, one could barely survive on such an amount. But he had been managing somehow

"How could Grandpa do this to us?" Leo lamented."That sly bastard, cunning till the end," Mr. Anderson said bitterly."Dad! It's Gramps you're talking about. We just laid him to rest yesterday," Sophia admonished.Mr. Anderson's face contorted with anger. "Oh no, he will never get to rest wherever he goes. He will suffer for doing this to me. How could he, after all the sacrifices I made? I stood by him, gave up my dreams as a youngster, followed him like a fool."Mrs. Anderson interjected, her voice laced with resentment, "Oh honey, I told you back then. You were busy running helter-skelter, doing errands for him like some errand boy. I warned you that this man didn't see you as his son, but you wouldn't listen. Now look at where your loyalty has led us." She glanced at Sophia, adding, "Now he's left you with nothing, not even his precious daughter."Leo turned to Sophia, his eyes narrowing. "Sophia, you must be very happy now that the managing rights and ownership of everything own

Sophia arrived home an hour later, her eyes filled with tears."Mom! I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Sophia cried, rushing to hug her mother."What happened at the police station, dear?" Mrs. Anderson asked, concern evident in her voice."He killed Grandpa," Sophia sobbed."Who killed Grandpa?" Leo asked, emerging from his room."Jonathan," Sophia replied, her voice barely above a whisper."I knew he was responsible for Aaron's death," Mrs. Anderson said, shaking her head.Sophia explained between sobs, "The police said it was his plan all along. There was evidence of text threats and face-to-face confrontations. He also spiked Grandpa's drink with a drug called erythromycin, which caused his cardiac arrest.""No one can be trusted," Mr. Anderson muttered grimly."I'm sorry I didn't believe any of you," Sophia said, her voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry I stood by that murderer all this time. I'm sorry I talked back at you because of him."Mrs. Anderson embraced her daughter. "It'

(flashback)After serving his sentence for months, Jonathan stumbled upon a man who appeared to know a lot about his past family's. This man helped him find evidence to show that he had been framed. They made arrangements with the detective to claim that Jonathan had died in prison, unable to cope with the bullying of the inmates. Upon leaving prison, Jonathan decided to find who had framed him and learn more about his family. He vowed to change everything about himself, including his appearance, determined never to be weak again. Mitchell Adams, the man who had helped him and appeared to be a good friend of his father's, promised to assist him."Before that, I have to tell you about your family," Mitchell said.Mitchell took Jonathan to his father's old house, where he had lived before being banished from the Levi family. As they entered, Jonathan couldn't believe his eyes. The house was a penthouse, more fashionable and luxurious than the Anderson mansion. He raised his hand to pi

"What happened, Soph?" Mr. Anderson asked, his voice weak as he woke to find himself at home with Sophia by his side."You collapsed at the company, Dad," Sophia replied, her face etched with concern.Mr. Anderson looked at his hand, attempting to remove the IV drip connected to his bedside. "I collapsed?" he muttered, disoriented."Dad, no," Sophia intervened, gently pushing his hand away. "You can't take it off now. The doctor said to keep it on until the last drop.""I'm fine, Sophia," he insisted, still fidgeting with the IV. "What's going on? How long have I been out?""Since yesterday, Dad.""Yesterday?!" Mr. Anderson exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Oh no, we don't have time. We have to get the company back up."Sophia took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, about that... After that awful scenario with Ethan Blackwood, I got a call from Luther Corps, a very influential company in the USA. They have branches in every single state, and they offered to help us if we agreed to giv