Norman was unfazed as he removed his sunglasses, looking coldly at Mr. William. "Dad, do I need to explain myself for coming home? You're always criticizing me. I'm not Jayce, and I don't want to be Jayce."Mr. William grew angrier, his voice almost exploding. "You don't want to be Jayce? So you want to be useless? Do you know how many people would kill for your opportunities? You're wasting your life!"Norman calmly sat down, draping his coat over the chair and picking up the steak plate placed in front of him by a servant. "Dad, I'm living my own life. If you don't like it, don't force me to live your way. I'm not a tool for you to manipulate."Mr. William couldn't bear Norman's defiance. He stood up, grabbed the plate, and threw it at Norman, shouting, "Are you deaf? I'm your father; you must respect me! You only think about yourself!"Norman narrowly dodged the plate, his eyes cold but calm. "Dad, respect has to be earned, not demanded by throwing plates. You always force me to do

Norman sat in the corner of the room, his eyes red and his face clearly reflecting guilt and regret. Joseph realized that Norman didn't actually have bad intentions. He simply wanted to help Joseph out of a tight spot, though his approach was somewhat extreme. The deep affection Norman had for Mr. William was undeniable, and the torment etched on his face was proof of that.Jayce, on the other hand, maintained a calmer demeanor. He sat there, his eyes constantly scanning the room, clearly assessing Mr. William's health and calculating his next move. He was always someone who knew how to seize every opportunity, and Joseph understood that Jayce was weighing the pros and cons of the current situation.As they waited outside the hospital room, Joseph couldn't stop thinking about Mr. William's will. Had he already made one, and if so, to whom would he leave the estate? This thought made Joseph furrow his brows in contemplation. If the will had been made, Jayce would certainly try to manip

Joseph sat silently, listening intently to Mrs. Miriam's stories, his eyes gleaming with admiration. The memories of Norman and Jayce's childhood came alive through her words, like pages of a book opening to reveal a world full of color. He couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for the bond between the brothers, but deep down, Joseph was scheming. He realized that to win Norman's trust and affection, he needed to recreate those moments, to rebuild the memories that once forged a strong bond between the two brothers.Joseph decided to create similar moments, experiences that would make Norman feel as if he were reliving those old days. He understood that beneath Norman's rebellious and indifferent exterior, there was a longing for his childhood and the people in it. That was why Norman often acted out, deliberately going against Mr. William's wishes. In doing so, Norman hoped to reclaim a part of his lost past, a silent rebellion against the cold and harsh present.From a psychological

Hospital waiting room atmosphere was heavy, tension palpable. Angry voices echoed through the room, mixed with the footsteps of doctors and nurses passing by in the hallway. The shareholders, with faces flushed with anger, stared intensely at Norman and Joseph, their disappointment, and frustration clearly visible.“Mr. William is lying there, his life hanging by a thread, and you two just arrive now?” an elderly shareholder named Henderson snarled. “You’re his sons, and yet you’ve left everything on Jayce’s shoulders, even though he’s not William’s biological son!”Another shareholder, Mrs. Rose, chimed in, “We’ve heard about Jayce’s plans for change. He’s taken on all the pressure, while where were you two? When the company faced difficulties, who stepped up to resolve them? It was Jayce, not you two!”Joseph clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with a hint of discontent. But before he could respond, the waiting room door swung open, and Jayce stepped in, his face calm and his poli

Norman walked down the long, quiet corridor of the hospital, holding the thermos tightly. The light from the fluorescent lamps cast long shadows as he walked. His footsteps echoed evenly on the white tiled floor, but Norman couldn't shake off the vague feeling of unease. The hospital at night was eerily quiet. The long corridors, the silent wards with tightly closed doors, all created a stifling atmosphere. Norman couldn't stop thinking about the strange doctor's instructions to get him some warm water. He didn't suspect anything, but the incident happened so suddenly that he couldn't help but worry. When he reached the area with the hot water heater, Norman suddenly stopped. He bent down, opened the thermos, and prepared to get some water. But when he turned on the faucet, he realized that the faucet wasn't working. Not a single drop of water came out of the pipe. Norman frowned, feeling confused. He fumbled, turning the faucet a few more times, but the result was the same.Norman