Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 6

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 and shaky. "They... they hurt me..."

Melissa let out a blood-curdling scream. "My precious boy! What did those monsters do to you?"

Terry immediately began untying Frank's bonds with shaking hands. "Son, we're here now. You're safe."

"Frank, stay with us," Sarah said, tears streaming down her face. "We're going to get you to a hospital right away."

Emma was already on her phone. "I'm calling for immediate medical evacuation. Frank needs emergency care!"

They're all here, Harry thought through his haze of pain. But not for me. Never for me.

From his chair twenty feet away, Harry tried to speak, blood bubbling from his lips. "Help..." he whispered, but his voice was barely audible.

Mona's head turned slightly at the sound. She frowned when she spotted Harry tied to the chair, blood pooling beneath him.

"Why is Harry here too?" Mona asked, her voice filled with confusion and annoyance rather than concern.

Frank, still playing his role perfectly, looked weakly in Harry's direction. "They... they took both of us. Harry might be injured too. Why don't you... why don't you save him then?"

The family barely glanced at Harry before dismissing him entirely.

"Oh please," Sarah scoffed, not even bothering to look at Harry properly. "He's probably just faking it for attention. You know how dramatic he gets."

"Classic Harry," Emma added with disgust. "Even during Frank's crisis, he has to make it about himself."

Terry's voice was sharp with irritation. "We don't have time for Harry's theatrics. Frank is the priority here."

"Frank is barely conscious," Melissa said, cradling Frank's head in her lap. "Harry can wait. Frank needs immediate medical attention."

I'm dying, Harry thought desperately, watching his blood continue to flow. Can't they see I'm actually dying?

"Help... please..." Harry managed to croak out, louder this time.

Mona glanced at him with cold indifference. "Harry, stop being so selfish. Can't you see Frank is the one who's really hurt here?"

"Look at that cut on Frank's arm," Sarah said, pointing dramatically. "He could have bled to death!"

Emma nodded vigorously. "Frank's heart condition makes any injury ten times more dangerous. Harry is perfectly healthy—he can handle a few scratches."

The rescue team from the helicopter entered the warehouse, carrying a medical stretcher and emergency equipment.

"Where's the patient?" the lead medic called out.

"Here!" Melissa waved frantically. "My son Frank needs immediate evacuation!"

The medics rushed to Frank's side, quickly assessing his minor cut and fake weakness.

"We need to get him to the helicopter now," the lead medic announced. "Time is critical."

As they carefully lifted Frank onto the stretcher, Terry looked around the warehouse dismissively.

"There's only room for one patient in the helicopter," Terry announced coldly. "Frank goes first. Harry can wait for the next transport."

"But father—" Harry tried to speak, blood now flowing freely from his mouth.

"But nothing," Melissa snapped without even looking at him. "Frank is dying, Harry. Stop being so dramatic and let us save your brother."

"Frank's heart condition makes this an emergency," Sarah added. "You're young and strong—you can wait."

Emma nodded in agreement. "Besides, you probably just got a few bumps and bruises. Frank actually looks pale and weak."

They're choosing Frank again, Harry realized with crushing finality. Even as I bleed to death, they're choosing Frank.

The medical team began wheeling Frank toward the exit, the entire Solomon family following closely behind like devoted servants.

As they reached the warehouse entrance, Frank turned his head slightly toward Harry. For just a moment, when no one else was looking, Frank's mask of pain slipped away.

He gave Harry a slow, triumphant smile—cold, calculating, and utterly victorious.

He's won, Harry thought numbly. He's finally won everything.

The family disappeared through the warehouse doors, their worried voices fading as they accompanied Frank to the helicopter. Within minutes, the sound of rotor blades filled the air as the aircraft lifted off, carrying Frank to safety and medical care.

Harry was left alone in the dark warehouse, still tied to the chair, his life slowly draining away through the knife wound in his abdomen.

This is how I die, Harry thought, his vision blurring. Alone, forgotten, abandoned by the people who were supposed to love me.

The warehouse fell silent except for the sound of Harry's labored breathing and the steady drip of his blood hitting the concrete floor.

Through a broken window, Harry caught sight of something beautiful—a shooting star streaking across the night sky, bright and brilliant against the darkness.

If only, Harry thought as his consciousness began to fade. If only I had another chance... I would never return to the Solomon family hell again. I would never try to win their love. I would never believe their lies.

The shooting star disappeared, and Harry's eyes slowly closed as darkness claimed him.

I wish... I wish I could start over...