All Chapters of For My Sister's Glory, I Became Scum: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

But I saw it. Fiona's eyes were rimmed with red.The next day, Walter still wasn't ready to give up. I followed him into the skyscraper where my sister's company was located. Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city bustled with activity.Fiona's office was on the top floor, and it was nothing short of impressive. She was in a meeting. Even through the frosted glass, I could hear her scolding the people inside."Even a fool wouldn't make such a basic mistake!""If you don't want to work here, then get out!"The executives, each earning a seven-figure annual salary, were being scolded like children.Walter pushed open the conference room door without a second thought."Ms. Carter!"Everyone turned to look at him. Fiona's expression instantly turned icy."Who let you in? Where's security?"Ignoring everyone else, Walter strode over to the conference table and slapped the broken Nokia down on it."Ms. Carter, please take a look. Just one look.""I told you, I d

"That sympathy stunt of yours is ridiculously amateurish!"Fiona didn't believe a word that Walter said. She would rather believe that he and I had put on an elaborate performance to play on her emotions, all to extort money from her as the company's CEO.I looked at the contempt and disdain in her eyes. A cold, sinking feeling filled my chest."Fiona, is that really how little you think of me?"Walter didn't try to explain himself again.Instead, he reached into his worn canvas bag, pulled out a badly crumpled sheet of paper, and slapped it onto Fiona's desk.It was a photocopy of a fax sent by the embassy. The paper had yellowed, and the writing was somewhat blurred. But the heading at the top and the red official stamp at the bottom stood out sharply.DEATH CONFIRMATION LETTERName: Billy CarterSex: MaleCause of Death: Prolonged malnutrition, multiple organ failure, and acute shock resulting from physical assault.Date of Death: December 9, five years ago.Fiona stared

Walter took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly."So, he stole some old clothes you'd packed to change into and put on your wig. The next morning, he went with the recruiters, pretending to be you."The car fell deathly silent.Fiona jerked her head up, her eyes widening in shock. Her lips trembled as she struggled to get the words out."Are you saying… the 'Fiona Carter' who went to Northern Marova with those recruiters… was actually Billy?"I hovered in the back seat, watching the horror and disbelief on her face. I let out a silent sigh.Fiona, I looked nothing like you. Back then, I was skinny and tanned, while you were stunning. But I had no other choice.When they discovered I was a man, they didn't let me go. They accused me of deceiving them and treated me even worse.They beat me half to death, then locked me in a flooded cell. They said men had their uses, too.Only then did I realize that hell really did exist on earth.The morgue at the police station was

It was a crooked little star made from a bullet casing."Billy secretly made this for me while he was recovering in the infirmary. He said whenever I looked at it, it would remind me that there was still hope," the young woman said."He also said his sister was destined for great things. One day, she'd shine so brightly that everyone would notice her."Fiona swayed, nearly losing her balance.At last, she had no tears left to shed. In their place was a fierce, consuming hatred.She gripped the bullet-casing star so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Then, she reached up and gently touched my goofy, smiling face in the black-and-white portrait."Billy."Her voice was soft, but the unnatural calm in it was chilling."I'm done crying. I won't shed another tear from this day forward. I have money and influence now. You don't have to worry.""Every single person who mistreated you, everyone who ever made you suffer… I'll make sure none of them gets away with it."I hovered be

Fiona shut down all the shady operations within her company and disbanded the bodyguards who had done her dirty work.On the surface, Fiona seemed to be her old self again. She was back to being the decisive, no-nonsense CEO, spending her days holding meetings, reviewing reports, and chewing people out. But I knew she wasn't the same anymore.There were no longer any trophies celebrating her success in her office. Instead, my black-and-white portrait occupied the most prominent spot.Late at night, when everyone else had gone home, Fiona would sit in front of my photo and talk until morning.She would talk about how she'd bullied me when we were kids, even stealing my lollipop. Then, she'd remember how I'd scrimped and saved while she was in college, sending her all the money I had to live on.Fiona would tell me how deeply she regretted everything and how much she missed me. Whenever she did, I would hover beside her, longing to hold her. But every time I reached for her, my arms