Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 3

Harry stood motionless, his hand slowly rising to cover the burning handprint on his cheek. His face became a blank mask, showing no pain, no anger, no emotion whatsoever.

The silence stretched unbearably as Harry kept his head down, his hand shielding his face from their stares.

"Look at him," Sarah sneered. "He's not even going to apologize. What a selfish bastard."

"Say something!" Emma demanded. "Your brother is dying and you're just standing there like a statue!"

Melissa's voice cracked with fury. "After everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us? With silence and selfishness?"

Terry stepped closer, his voice dripping with contempt. "I raised a coward. A pathetic, ungrateful coward who can't even speak when his family needs him."

Still, Harry said nothing. His stoic silence only fueled their rage.

"He's always been like this," Sarah spat. "Remember when he first came back? Acting like we owed him something just because he'd been gone."

Frank coughed weakly from his hospital bed. "Please, don't blame Harry. He's just... processing. I understand."

Even now, Frank plays the saint, Harry thought bitterly. Even now, they praise him for defending the brother he's destroying.

Dr. Martinez cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have an update on Frank's condition."

The family immediately turned to him, hope flickering in their desperate eyes.

"We've run additional tests, and there is a potential treatment option," the doctor continued. "A heart transplant could save Frank's life."

Melissa gasped, clutching Terry's arm. "A transplant? You mean he could live?"

"Yes, but finding a compatible donor is extremely challenging. We would need someone with matching blood type, tissue compatibility, and several other factors."

"Money is no object," Terry said immediately. "Whatever it costs, we'll pay. Find us a donor."

Dr. Martinez nodded gravely. "We've already run Frank's profile through our genetic database to search for potential matches among living donors."

"And?" Sarah asked anxiously.

"We found one perfect match." The doctor's eyes moved to Harry. "Harry Solomon appears to be genetically compatible in every way necessary."

The room fell dead silent. Every eye in the room turned to Harry, who finally looked up, his face still showing no expression.

Terry's expression shifted instantly, his cold fury melting into false warmth. "Harry, son, did you hear that? You could save your brother's life."

Melissa's voice became sickeningly sweet. "Harry, darling, this is providence. You have the power to give Frank a future."

"Think about it, Harry," Emma said, her tone suddenly gentle. "You could be a hero. You could save Frank."

Sarah nodded eagerly. "This is your chance to prove you really care about this family."

Mona stepped forward, her voice soft and persuasive. "Harry, please. Frank means everything to this family. You could give him the gift of life."

Frank looked at Harry with pleading eyes. "Harry, I don't want to die. Please, help me."

Harry stared at them all for a long moment, then threw back his head and laughed—a harsh, bitter sound that filled the hospital room.

"You want my heart?" Harry's voice was cold and sharp. "Do you people even understand what you're asking?"

Terry frowned. "Harry, this is not the time for jokes."

"Oh, I'm not joking," Harry said, his eyes blazing. "You want me to give Frank my heart. Don't you realize that would kill me too?"

The family exchanged uncomfortable glances, but their expressions quickly hardened again.

"It's a family decision," Terry said firmly. "Frank needs that heart more than you do."

"Frank is the important one," Melissa added coldly. "He has so much to live for."

"Unlike you," Sarah muttered under her breath.

Emma nodded. "Harry, sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the people we love."

"Love?" Harry's voice cracked with disbelief. "You call this love?"

"Stop being dramatic," Mona said dismissively. "This is about doing what's right for the family."

Harry's face contorted with rage and disappointment. "I will never sacrifice my life for Frank. Never."

Frank's eyes flashed with fury for just a moment before he clutched his chest, gasping. "I... I don't want Harry to die. Please, don't force him. I'd rather die than hurt my brother."

"Oh, Frank," Melissa cooed, rushing to his side. "You're so mature, so selfless."

"See how noble Frank is?" Terry said to Harry. "He's dying, and he's still thinking of others. You should learn from him."

"Frank has always been the better man," Sarah added. "Even facing death, he's more generous than Harry."

Dr. Martinez spoke up again. "Actually, there might be another option. We could give the donor an artificial heart to replace the one we remove."

The family's eyes lit up with hope.

"So Harry wouldn't die?" Emma asked eagerly.

"That's correct. However," the doctor's expression grew serious, "Frank's condition is too delicate for an artificial heart. He needs a real, healthy organ."

Terry didn't hesitate for even a second. "Then that's the plan. Harry gets the artificial heart, Frank gets Harry's real heart."

"Father, you can't be serious," Harry said, his voice filled with horror.

"I'm completely serious," Terry replied coldly. "This is what's best for the family."

Before Harry could react, the hospital room door opened and four large men in dark suits entered. The Solomon family's private security team.

"Gentlemen," Terry said calmly, "please escort Harry to pre-op. He's going to donate his heart to save his brother."

"What?" Harry backed away, panic filling his voice. "You can't do this!"

The bodyguards moved toward him with practiced efficiency.

"Father, please!" Harry struggled as strong hands gripped his arms. "This is insane!"

"This is family," Terry said coldly. "Something you never understood."