CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

RICHARD'S POV

I stormed into my house, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. The events of the day weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that lingered in the air. As I kicked off my shoes and threw my keys onto the table, I knew there was only one thing left to do: confront my brothers.

With a deep breath, I dialed their number, my fingers trembling with a mix of anger and apprehension. The phone rang once, twice, before finally, it was answered.

"Richard?" came the voice of my brother, Jonathan, on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, it's me," I replied tersely. "We need to talk."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel the tension crackling through the phone.

"What's this about?" Jonathan asked cautiously.

"You know damn well what it's about," I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "Those leaked files, the accusations—did you have something to do with it?"

There was a moment of stunned silence before Jonathan
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