Stranded While My Golden Brother Flew Home

William's POV

The cold air seeped into my bones inside the funeral home.

I took the tissues offered by a staff member and robotically continued handling my elder brother Wilbur Miller's funeral arrangements.

Suddenly, I heard the shrill ringing of my phone. Dad's caller ID flashed across the screen, and a barrage of insults and accusations came through the receiver the moment I answered.

"William Miller! What the hell is wrong with you? Cory had a heart attack because of your stupid comment on his post, and now, he can't even eat a single thing anymore!"

I laughed bitterly and replied, "I was just telling the truth. He's more like your biological son compared to Wilbur or me."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Mom's voice broke in.

"Liam, you know that the country Cory was studying in isn't very peaceful right now. We were worried about him, so we sent a plane to bring him back to safety."

After a short pause, she tried to adopt a comforting tone.

"You're his older brother. You should be more magnanimous and stop targeting Cory all the time."

"Targeting him?" I echoed, unable to stop laughing at the absurdity. My throat felt tightly clamped. "I'd never have the nerve."

Dad's furious voice rang out again.

"What's the point of explaining anything to him? We don't need his damn permission to bring our son back home!

"If you don't apologize to Cory this instant, both you and Wilbur can forget about ever coming back and stay in Kampland for the rest of your lives! And since there's a riot ongoing there, you might as well just die there and never come back!"

I couldn't help laughing until tears streamed down my face as I heard him cursing us.

So, he actually knew there was a deadly riot in this country, yet he had deliberately stranded us here just to drive us to our deaths.

Mom and Dad had always been like this. Ever since I was young, whenever Corbin Miller complained to them about some minor grievance, they would relentlessly curse and blame Wilbur and me, then coerce us into apologizing to Corbin.

In their eyes, Corbin was the kind and intelligent one, whereas Wilbur and I had been painted as vicious, selfish villains throughout our entire childhood.

Even though Wilbur and I graduated from pilot school and became professional pilots, they forced us to work only as flight attendants to "learn to serve others".

They worried we would abuse our status at work, so they concealed the fact that we were related to them and assigned us to the most difficult flight routes, forcing us to start from the bottom.

Whenever we were given the chance to fly, they consistently sent us to the most remote and dangerous places around the world.

In fact, just before this flight to Kampland, news reports had already indicated widespread riots and unrest in the country—making it clear that anyone flying there might never return.