Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 7

The shock of ice-cold water hit Harry like a sledgehammer, jolting him awake with a violent gasp.

 His entire body was frozen stiff, every muscle screaming in protest as he tried to move. 

Snow crunched beneath his knees, and the bitter winter air cut through his soaked clothes like knives.

"Get up, you disgusting pervert!" Melissa Solomon's voice cut through the frigid morning air like a whip.

Harry's vision slowly focused, his mind struggling to process what was happening. 

He was kneeling in the snow outside the Solomon mansion, his eighteen-year-old body trembling uncontrollably from the cold.

This... this can't be real, Harry thought in confusion. I was in the warehouse. I was dying. How am I...

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Melissa shrieked, her face twisted with disgust and rage. "How dare you steal your sister's underwear, you sick freak!"

The memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. Harry's eyes widened in shock and recognition.

Six years ago, he realized with stunning clarity. This happened six years ago, right after I returned to the family. Frank planted Sarah's underwear in my school bag.

"I didn't steal anything," Harry said automatically, his voice weak from the cold but filled with the same desperate innocence he'd felt the first time.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" Terry Solomon's voice boomed as he stepped out of the mansion, his face dark with fury. "We found the evidence in your bag!"

Sarah stood behind her parents, her arms crossed with a smug expression. "I can't believe my own brother would do something so perverted. It's disgusting."

Emma shook her head in mock disappointment. "Harry, how could you? We trusted you when you came back to this family."

But I know the truth now, Harry thought, his mind racing. 

Frank did this. Frank planted the underwear to frame me. He's been planning my destruction from the very beginning.

Frank emerged from the house, his face perfectly crafted to show concern and confusion. 

"Mom, Dad, maybe there's been a mistake. Harry wouldn't do something like this."

"Oh, Frank," Melissa said, her voice immediately softening. "You're too kind, sweetheart. Always trying to see the best in people."

"Even in someone as twisted as Harry," Sarah added with venom.

Frank approached Harry with fake sympathy in his eyes. "Harry, just tell them the truth. If you did it, apologize and maybe they'll forgive you."

You manipulative bastard, Harry thought, staring at Frank with new understanding. You're setting me up even now, making yourself look like the saint while painting me as the guilty party.

"I didn't do it," Harry said firmly, his voice growing stronger despite the cold. "Someone planted that underwear in my bag."

Terry's face turned red with rage. "Are you accusing someone in this family of framing you? How paranoid and delusional can you be?"

"Maybe his time in the orphanage damaged his mind," Emma suggested cruelly. "Normal people don't have such sick thoughts."

Melissa's voice was filled with revulsion. "Sixteen years away from proper family values, and this is what we get. A perverted little thief."

"I'm not a thief!" Harry protested, his breath visible in the frigid air.

"The evidence was in your bag!" Sarah screamed. "Are you calling me a liar?"

Frank knelt down beside Harry in the snow, his voice gentle but calculated. "Harry, everyone makes mistakes.

 If you just admit what you did and apologize, this can all be over."

He's so good at this, Harry marveled bitterly. Even now, he's manipulating the situation to make himself look compassionate while forcing me deeper into the trap.

"I won't admit to something I didn't do," Harry said through chattering teeth.

Terry stepped forward menacingly. "Then you'll stay out here until you tell the truth. In this snow, in this cold, until you learn some honesty."

"Terry, that's perfect," Melissa said with cold satisfaction. "Let him freeze until he confesses. Maybe the cold will clear his sick mind."

"But Dad," Frank said with fake concern, "what if he gets frostbite? What if he gets seriously hurt?"

"Then maybe he'll learn not to lie to his family," Terry replied harshly.

Sarah laughed mockingly. "Look at him shivering like a pathetic little rat. Just admit what you did, Harry, and end this."

"The truth will set you free," Emma added sarcastically. "Isn't that what they say?"

I remember this, Harry thought, his mind crystal clear despite the cold. I knelt here for hours.

 I nearly died from hypothermia because I refused to confess to something I didn't do. And Frank... Frank stood there the whole time, pretending to care while knowing he was the real culprit.

Melissa threw another bucket of water over Harry's head. "Maybe this will help you remember the truth!"

The icy water soaked through Harry's already freezing clothes, making his situation even more desperate.

"Please," Frank said, his voice filled with false worry. "Harry, just tell them what happened. I hate seeing you suffer like this."

"Shut up, Frank," Harry said quietly, his voice filled with a new kind of certainty.

The family looked shocked at Harry's sudden defiance.

"What did you just say?" Terry demanded.

Harry looked up at Frank, his eyes blazing with knowledge and fury. "I said shut up. I know exactly what you did."

Frank's expression flickered for just a moment—a flash of panic that only Harry caught.

This time will be different, Harry thought with grim determination. This time, I know who the real enemy is.