The valley of death, let's call it. Dylan sat quietly in the car as he stared at the screen of his cell phone that was constantly on. Since five minutes ago, someone had been calling him. But Dylan had no intention of answering. It was useless."Even if you cry blood, I will not leave this country. I am prepared for all the risks that will occur," Dylan said bitterly. His gaze was sad, helpless. "Niel, you might not be as cruel as Demian. Maybe if I had asked father for help, he would have asked you to tell me where mom was. However, I don't want to make you a traitor in Demian's eyes. It's enough that I sacrifice myself for his ego, you don't!"After years of holding out hope of being considered, Dylan finally came to the decision to end it all. Secretly stealing important data from one of the family's sources of wealth, blinded by too much heartache and disappointment. His mother was being held captive somewhere. As a child, it is only natural that Dylan is determined to use all kin

Demian's body stiffened strongly. Suddenly a strange feeling rushed into his mind. Big brother? This wasn't the first time Dylan had called him that, but why did it feel different now? What was wrong? Couldn't it be because he felt sorry for him? "Big brother, is it okay if I call you this?" said Dylan again asking for permission. His defenses were weakening, and he realized death had arrived. "Ever since I understood that we were brothers, I've been hoping to be allowed to call you brother. Is this too whiny for a man of my stature?"Dylan's words were full of deep sadness. Unexpectedly, a clear liquid dripped from the corner of his eye, a sign of a hidden wound. With Dylan lying on the ground and his face bruised and bloody, he expressed his sadness accompanied by soft sobs. "I've waited so long for the moment to be able to talk to you as a brother, not as an enemy or someone you consider a stranger. Brother, I'm your younger brother, right?""Nonsense, don't try to make me think!"

In a fairly dark room, there sat a silent man by the window. There was no visible expression on his face. One thing was for sure, this man was caught up in a thought. (Am I really like this because of the trauma of my mother's death? But how did Dylan know that? He wasn't even born when mom died. Am I mistaken?) Four days after his fight with Dylan, Demian hadn't shown up at home or at the company. His heart was too troubled, confused about what was really going on. Dylan's words made such an impression on him that he couldn't close his eyes for a moment. As a result, these four days Demian has transformed into a zombie who lacks blood. Drrt drrttThe cell phone on the table vibrated, but Demian remained in his position. He was ignorant. The person calling was probably Niel, so it was predictable what the man would ask. "What exactly happened to me? Why do I seem to have lost my zest for life? For days, I've been living in a dark place. How could a Demian break the discipline to w

"Mr.Demian, congratulations on Ms.Rosalind's pregnancy. Soon B&F Corporation and the Stewart family will have a successor. You are very lucky,""That's right. You are an extraordinarily lucky man. Having such a beautiful and fertile wife, the goddess of fortune is always on your side. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why you are so secretive about your relationship. It must be because you already know that Ms.Rosalind has a very good hand line, right? Hahahaha,"Compliment after compliment Demian continued to receive from his business colleagues. However, these compliments did not make him feel happy. On the contrary, Demian felt threatened when these people kept mentioning the heir. (Their words sound like mockery that I have created my own competition. This is not true. How can a baby who is only as big as a corn kernel already be hailed as an heir? Me! I am the true heir. It's also thanks to my hard work that the company is number one in the country. Cihhh!) Niel secretly watche

"Dad, how are you?"There was no reaction from Demian when Gwen, his son, said hello. He remained focused on the laptop screen, busy checking his work. "Is my arrival a bother?" Gwen asked disappointedly. Five years abroad and only this morning's return to her homeland had left her with a deep sense of longing for her father. However, Gwen had to be satisfied with swallowing back the longing when she found her father's very cold response. Disappointed, but still trying to be patient. "This morning mom said you weren't feeling well. How are you doing now? Is it much better?""I'm busy. Don't talk too much," Demian said in a very flat tone. He was too lazy to bother with this kid's questions."All these years we haven't said hello to each other, is there no longing in your heart? I'm your son, Dad. I even wish .... ""Enough!" Demian snorted harshly. He reluctantly looked at Gwen who just kept talking. "Don't ever expect anything from me because it will never materialize.""Why?""No co