Curtis's life had literally taken a 360-degree turn. The car he was traveling in with his escort had overturned and tumbled a thousand times until it was completely destroyed.He had been unconscious for a few minutes, but it felt like he had lived an entire lifetime in those moments.He vividly recalled all the abuse and mistreatment he had endured in the Ballmer mansion when he was a mere aspiring son-in-law. He especially remembered the day that marked him forever within that luxurious estate.It was a day when Charles Ballmer decided to play a prank on him in the middle of the street."Son-in-law.""Mr. Ballmer.""Thank God you're here. You're just the person I needed.""Tell me, what do you need me for?""I'm such a fool; I just locked my keys inside the limo.""Why not just call one of your drivers to come get you?""That's not the attitude I expect from a son-in-law. I knew you didn't have what it takes to be part of the family.""Alright, fine... You win. What do I need to do?

The next day, Curtis woke up a bit early to fulfill his duties from the first hour. However, he needed a good shower before being ready—a refreshing cold bath to feel as fresh as a lettuce.Heading towards one of the luxurious bathrooms in the mansion, Curtis was intercepted by Carson before reaching the shower."Where the hell do you think you're going?" Carson sneered, noticing Curtis carrying an old cloth on his shoulder and a used soap bar in his hands—the typical image of the poor man Carson despised."I'm going to one of the bathrooms... I need to shower," Curtis said with a trembling voice."Those bathrooms are only for important people," exclaimed Carson."Sir, but I...""But nothing, Norton. Don't get confused. Just because you got lucky last night, and my father defended you... that doesn't make you part of the family.""Then where can I shower?""I suppose there's a shower in the gardener's room.""With all due respect, Mr. Carson, but in that place, there's barely a bed to

A couple of days had passed since Joseph appointed Curtis as his new personal assistant.A noticeable change occurred in both of their lives. Joseph had someone to attend to him and provide the support he needed, while Curtis had stopped receiving as many humiliations from the Stanton brothers. Although occasionally they mocked him and played a few pranks.The annoyance of Carson, Cambell, and Agata was evident. They were now forced to handle their own household tasks. Curtis was no longer there to clean up their mess and fix the chaos in their rooms.There was also a change in Joseph. He appeared much more active and smiling. There was no doubt that Curtis' company was positively influencing him.Curtis had earned even more disdain from the Stanton brothers than he had before.Joseph was so excited about his recovery that he decided to host a dinner to celebrate his improved health. Nothing better than a feast with his 'beloved' children to mark this significant moment.Mr. Stanton h

Some days had passed, and Joseph's health deteriorated again. The doctor prescribed spending at least a month on a paradisiacal island, away from the stress of his family.While Joseph enjoyed the sun on a beautiful Caribbean beach, Curtis was left at the mercy of the Stanton brothers and their deep hatred towards him.One day, Curtis was washing some of his clothes in the same fountain he used for bathing."Wash this garment too," Carson ordered, throwing one of his underwear in Curtis's face."Carson, please don't throw that at my face.""If not, what?" he asked threateningly, "Daddy isn't here to protect you.""Exactly... Joseph isn't here to protect anyone," Curtis said.His blood boiled with fury, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost cut into the flesh of his hands. His body trembled with rage, and the desire to beat Carson increased a thousandfold."What? Are you tired already? Can't take it anymore? Want to hit me? Go ahead! Hit me with all your strength."

"Probably a drug addict," said the police station receptionist when she saw Curtis arrive.She observed his unkempt hair, wrinkled shirt, and dirty shoes."You can't even imagine," replied Inspector Ascanio as he removed the handcuffs from Curtis."Tell me.""This little man was living in none other than the Stanton mansion, but he's not very bright.""No way," said the receptionist, astonished."He dared to rob Mr. Stanton and hid the loot under his bed.""How stupid!" exclaimed the receptionist.The inspector and the receptionist burst into laughter while Curtis endured it in silence."Put all your belongings here," the receptionist instructed, showing a plastic tray.Curtis just stared at her with an annoyed expression on his face."Don't you have anything?""He's a poor devil, Elizabeth, what do you expect from a man like him?""Not even a belt to hold up your pants?" the receptionist insisted."No," Curtis replied expressionless."What a kind heart the Stanton family has," the re