The Heir and the Fraud
On my very first day studying abroad, my mom brought her real son back home.
Within two years, he had won over every single person in the family.
By the time I came back, she tossed a signed disownment agreement in my face.
"To be honest, I've always thought you were pretty selfish. All you care about is money. You refuse to hand over control of the company, and you never show any real concern for us as parents. Thank God my real son isn't that cold-blooded. So do the right thing—hand over your shares and walk away from this family on your own."
She stood there waiting for me to break down, to beg her to let me stay.
But I just let out a quiet sigh and pulled out a DNA test linking me to my grandfather—her father.
"Mom, I'm not your biological son—that much is true. But I am the biological grandson of the man who actually runs the Harrison family. The one who should be leaving the Harrison family isn't me—it's you."