Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 8

Harry slowly pushed himself up from the snow, his frozen muscles screaming in protest. Ice crystals clung to his soaked hair and clothes as he rose to his full height, water dripping from his trembling form.

"I am not a thief," Harry declared, his voice cutting through the winter air with surprising strength.

Melissa's face contorted with fury. "How dare you stand up when I didn't give you permission!"

"You will kneel until you confess, you perverted little—" Terry began.

"No," Harry interrupted, his eyes blazing with newfound resolve. "I won't kneel anymore. Not for you, not for anyone in this family."

This time, I know the truth, Harry thought with bitter clarity. This time, I won't let them destroy me.

Sarah gasped in shock. "Did he just... did he just say no to Father?"

"The orphanage really did ruin him," Emma sneered. "He has no respect for authority."

Frank stepped forward with fake concern. "Harry, you're making this worse for yourself. Just do what they say."

Harry turned to look at Frank, his gaze piercing. "And why would I listen to the person who put that underwear in my bag?"

Frank's face went pale for a split second before he recovered. "Harry, you're delirious from the cold. You don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying," Harry replied coldly.

Melissa raised her walking cane, her face twisted with rage. "Since you refuse to kneel and confess, I'll beat the truth out of you!"

She swung the cane toward Harry's head with vicious intent.

But this time, Harry was ready.

His hand shot out and caught the cane mid-swing, his fingers wrapping around the polished wood with iron determination.

"What—" Melissa gasped, struggling to pull the cane from his grip.

"I said no," Harry repeated, his voice deadly calm as he yanked the cane from her hands.

The family stood frozen in shock. Harry had never fought back before, never defied them so boldly.

"Give that back this instant!" Terry roared. "How dare you lay hands on your mother!"

"My mother?" Harry laughed bitterly. "A mother doesn't try to beat her child with a walking stick. A mother doesn't force her son to kneel in the snow for crimes he didn't commit."

"You ungrateful little beast!" Melissa shrieked. "After everything we've done for you!"

"Everything you've done for me?" Harry's voice rose with fury. "You mean like making me kneel in freezing snow? Like calling me a pervert and a thief? Like choosing Frank over me every single day since I returned?"

Sarah stepped forward angrily. "We took you back when no one else wanted you!"

"No," Harry said firmly. "You brought me back to be your family's punching bag. To make Frank look better by comparison."

"Harry, stop this madness," Frank pleaded, his voice shaking with barely concealed panic. "You're destroying your relationship with your family."

Harry turned to Frank with cold contempt. "What relationship? The one where you frame me for theft? The one where you plant evidence and then pretend to defend me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Frank said quickly.

"Don't you?" Harry smiled grimly. "We'll see about that."

Without warning, Harry raised the cane and brought it down sharply across his own palm. Blood immediately began to flow from the deep cut.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Emma gasped in horror.

"Something I should have done years ago," Harry replied, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper.

Using his bleeding hand, Harry began to write on the white paper, his blood creating dark red letters against the pristine surface.

"Have you lost your mind?" Terry demanded. "Stop this nonsense immediately!"

Harry ignored him, continuing to write with methodical precision. The words began to take shape in crimson letters:

I, HARRY SOLOMON, HEREBY SEVER ALL TIES WITH THE SOLOMON FAMILY. I RENOUNCE MY NAME, MY INHERITANCE, AND ANY CLAIM TO THIS BLOODLINE.

"You can't be serious," Melissa breathed, her face going white as she read the words.

Harry pressed his bleeding palm against the paper one final time, leaving a bloody handprint as his signature.

"I am completely serious," Harry said, rising to his feet. "I want nothing from this family. No money, no name, no connection whatsoever."

"You have gone insane!" Sarah shouted. "You're throwing away everything!"

"I'm throwing away nothing," Harry replied coldly. "Because I never had anything to begin with."

Frank rushed forward desperately. "Harry, please! Don't do this! Think about what you're giving up!"

"I'm giving up a lifetime of humiliation, abuse, and lies," Harry said, looking directly at Frank. "I'm giving up being your scapegoat."

Terry's face was purple with rage. "If you walk away from this family, you'll have nothing! No money, no home, no support!"

"Then I'll have exactly what I've always had," Harry replied with bitter calm.

Emma's voice was shrill with panic. "Harry, you can't survive on your own! You need us!"

"Need you?" Harry laughed harshly. "For what? To frame me for crimes I didn't commit? To beat me with walking sticks? To make me kneel in the snow until I confess to lies?"

Melissa's voice cracked with desperation. "You're my son! You can't just leave!"

"I was never your son," Harry said quietly. "Frank is your son. He always has been."

With that, Harry turned his back on the Solomon family and began walking toward the mansion's gates, leaving bloody footprints in the snow behind him.

"Don't you dare walk away from us!" Terry bellowed.

But Harry didn't look back. For the first time in his life, he kept walking away from the people who had destroyed him.

I'm free, Harry thought as the iron gates came into view. Finally, I'm free.