Stolen? No, I Gave It Away.

I represented Summit Forge Steel, one of the top ten corporations in the city, as a sponsor for the orphanage where I grew up.

They had invited me back for the dedication ceremony.

When I stepped out of the limousine in a tailored suit that night, all eyes were on me.

Old friends from the orphanage rushed over to greet me. Standing nearby, Mrs. Jones, the director, could not stop telling everyone how far I had come.

At that moment, the contrast between my younger brother, who worked at the orphanage as a maintenance worker, and me could not have been more obvious. Inevitably, some people began whispering.

“Back then, Simon was so cunning. He did not just get himself adopted by Mr. Harrison, but he also made his own brother go home with a scrap collector. Bet he regrets that now!”

“Who would’ve thought Mr. Harrison’s biological son would come back? Once that happened, they didn’t need Simon anymore.”

“Wesley really got lucky! A scrap collector’s kid has turned into a promising young man. Simon must be sick with regret.”

Everyone’s gaze drifted toward Simon Harrison, who was quietly stacking chairs in the corner.

He was looking at me, too. His eyes were bloodshot. The broom clenched in his hand creaked under his grip.

After the ceremony ended, Simon approached me. He asked if I could arrange a position for him at the company.

He carried himself with humility. His thin frame seemed barely able to stand against the biting wind. We were brothers, after all. In the end, my resolve wavered. I agreed.

Then, Simon threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward the staff dormitories.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget about me, Wesley! Come help me pack up. I don’t want to spend another minute in this orphanage.”

The moment I stepped inside, Simon’s face changed.

He shoved me hard into the room and locked the door behind us. Then, he lit a match and tossed it into the wooden cabinet.

The flames spread fast. Thick smoke filled the air and burned my throat. I could not even shout.

Simon pinned my hand down when I tried to force open the window.

“Wesley, you became the president of the steel company because of me. What gives you the right to act like you’re doing me a favor? Damn it, if my life’s a wreck, you don’t get to walk away clean either. If you really cared about me, die with me! Hahaha! Since we’re brothers, we’ll burn together! Hahaha!”

He had no idea the ordeals I had to survive to get to where I was today.

Simon’s face blurred behind the rising flames. Everything went dark. I hit the floor.