"Then I'll drive you back."
Five minutes later, I sat in his Ferrari again.
Because before I refused, he said, "It's because others don't know you have a brother that they misunderstand you. It would be better if I drive you a few more times so that everyone can get to know me."
I honestly believed there was some truth to that statement. Had everyone known from the start of school that he was my brother, my situation today wouldn't have escalated to what it is now.
In the car, Stephen brought up the topic of my father's wish for me to join the group post-graduation. As a result, my dad had never allowed Stephen to involve himself in the matters of the headquarters group, patiently waiting for me to finish my studies. Truthfully, I understood that my dad was trying to make amends, but that particular incident had already passed, and more importantly, I was still here, alive and well. I was already deeply grateful for that.
The speed of the Ferrari was really impressive. In a moment, we arrived at the school gate. As soon as I exited the car, I felt a hot gaze staring at me.