All Chapters of The Brothers Who Let Me Burn: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Forty minutes later, they finally got me to the hospital.My third brother, Weston Fontaine, was the attending physician on duty that night. He glanced at me from behind the nurses' station. "I'm covering the ER tonight. If I let my own sister cut the line, how would that look? Have her check in and wait her turn. She can hold on until the morning shift arrives. Go see if Piper is in shock."But they had all forgotten one thing.Last year, I was diagnosed with early-stage lung adenocarcinoma. After surgery, less than two-thirds of the affected lobe remained. My doctor had warned me again and again that I must never inhale irritating fumes or gases. With my lungs already compromised, respiratory failure could happen at any moment.I tried to call for help, but the smoke had burned my throat raw. When I opened my mouth, all that came out was a faint, broken wheeze.All I could do was lie there, slowly suffocating—dying silently right under their noses.The moment Weston finished

Both of my brothers turned around. "What did she just say?"Florence's voice tightened. "She said… 'Help me'."Weston froze. So did Garrett.Their eyes shifted to my face, then to Piper, as if they were trying to decide whether I had really said those two words.Florence finally could not hold back."Dr. Fontaine, she's your own sister! You're in charge of this hospital. Look at her. Her lips are turning blue, and she's breathing rapidly. She's clearly in medical distress. And she just asked for help. Even if you're trying to keep things professional, this isn't how you do it."She paused and glanced at Piper. "And your favoritism is getting pretty obvious."Weston's expression darkened.Before he could say anything, Piper spoke up. "Yes, exactly. She's right."She nodded repeatedly, then caught Weston by the sleeve, looking remorseful. "You can't do this, Weston. Freya will be hurt. You should have someone take Freya in for a proper examination."Weston was silent for two se

Everyone froze.Garrett's hand was still suspended in the air, phone in hand, when Weston's call connected too.Caspian Holt, the doctor who took over Weston's shift, practically shouted through the phone. "Weston Fontaine, your sister is dead! Respiratory failure. Her airway was never treated! She was lying at the end of the hallway all night, and no one did a thing! What kind of doctor are you?"The next second, Weston's phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor, screen-down.Caspian's voice continued to echo through the speaker, loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear.No one spoke.Stellan was the first to move. He grabbed his car keys and rushed for the door. "Hospital. Now!"The three of them did not even wait for the elevator. They tore down the stairwell.Piper hurried after them. "Wait for me! What happened to Freya?"No one answered her.…Seven minutes later, they reached the emergency department.At the end of the hallway, the gurney was still si

When my three brothers returned to the hospital, Piper was sitting beside my hospital bed. She held a towel in her hands, carefully wiping the soot from my face.At the sound of footsteps, she looked up. Her eyes were swollen from crying. "I wiped Freya's face for her. She was covered in soot when they carried her out, and no one was there to clean her up."My brothers stood in the doorway without moving.Piper lowered the towel and stood, studying their faces cautiously. "What's wrong? What did the police say to you?"Stellan walked to my bedside and stared at Piper. "Your father, Wyatt Prescott. The fire ten years ago was his doing."She froze. "W-What?""He set it deliberately." His voice suddenly rose, his eyes red. "He tampered with the wiring beforehand, started the fire, then pretended to be a hero and rescued us! All so he could gain our family's trust and take our family's assets!"His fist slammed into the bed rail with a loud clang. "Freya was trapped in the attic and

Piper wiped the tears from her face and leaned against the wall. The mask she had worn for ten years finally came off."You want the truth, right?" She looked at my three brothers, her voice calm. "I knew when I was eight that my dad had started that fire."Garrett's head snapped up. "What did you say?""Before my dad died, he called my grandmother. I was standing right there and heard everything."She tilted her head. "He said, 'It's done. The three Fontaine boys are out. From now on, the family's money will be ours.' Then, the call ended. And after that, I didn't have a dad anymore."No one spoke in the hallway.Piper turned and looked at the outline of my body beneath the white sheet. "But I don't hate you. I hate her."Stellan's voice came through clenched teeth. "What did Freya ever do to you?""My dad died when he went back to save her." Piper's voice remained flat."If she hadn't been in that attic, my dad wouldn't have gone back. He wouldn't have died. She took my dad