I helped him onto the bed and covered him with a blanket. With the aid of alcohol, he quickly drifted into sleep.
I sat by the bedside and silently picked up his phone. I tried the password once and it unlocked immediately.
It was my younger sister, Florence’s, birthday.
I opened his chat with Florence.
The screen was densely packed with confidential company documents.
From the day my father passed away three years ago, it had never stopped for a single day.
Every project he had been involved in, he sent the documents to Florence so she could familiarize herself with them.
Every collaboration he handled, he forwarded the partner’s information to her to pave the way.
Even he had prepared the contract for the company’s transfer three years ago.
He was only waiting for my mother to pass away, for me to hand the company over to him.
With trembling hands, I tapped open his private album.
Every photo inside was of Florence’s smiling face.
She was either attending events as the second lady of the Granville Family or celebrating a project’s success with Arthur.
Arthur’s features bore a striking resemblance to his brother’s, so much so that he could easily be mistaken for Edward.