The Wrath Of Harvey Brooklyn; The Underrated Son In Law

ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX

Michael sat slumped in his worn-out chair, staring blankly at the wall. His mind was a swirling mess of frustration and despair. Everything he had once worked for was now gone, stripped away by Harvey’s unforgiving heart. Although he didn't blame him entirely. They asked why Harvey had treated them the way he had done.

It felt as though life was playing a cruel joke on him, leaving him with nothing but memories of what he had lost. His phone, which was just on the table beside him, suddenly rang. The shrill sound cut through his thoughts, jolting him back to reality. Michael glanced at the screen—a number he didn’t recognize. For a moment, he hesitated, not sure whether to answer it or not.

He didn’t have the energy to deal with any more bad news or scam calls. But something inside urged him to pick up, so he reluctantly pressed the answer button. “Hello?” Michael’s voice was tired, almost sounding like a whisper. There was a brief pause on the other end, then a voice he hadn’t heard