“See for yourself. This is what your brother produced—an absolute mess. If it weren’t for you pulling strings to sneak him in, I’d have fired him long ago.”
Then I remembered—two months earlier, Daniel had failed his college entrance and couldn’t find a job. Under crushing pressure from family and society, he came to me.
“Brother-in-law, can you let me work at your plant? Please, don’t tell my sister. If she finds out how useless I am, she’ll tear me apart.”
Out of pity, I agreed. I told everyone in the company he was my brother, so they’d look out for him.
Over time, the story spread, and everyone believed he was truly my blood brother.
Olivia sneered again.
“People like you, sneaking family into the company through back doors—if everyone did this, how would I run a business? Now that he’s dead, at least it saved me the trouble of firing him.”
I almost laughed in fury.
It was her brother who had begged me to let him work. If she cared at all, she wouldn’t have gone two whole months without realizing he was there.
And when he died in the mixer, she was busy flirting with Ryan.
I narrowed my eyes. “If you knew the one who died was your own brother, would you still say this?”