Chapter 4: A Brother’s Last Betrayal

That afternoon, while I was washing the car outside Savannah’s mansion, my brother suddenly showed up at the gate, in a frenzy.

He looked wild, hair sticking up, eyes bloodshot. He pounded on the wrought-iron gate, shouting for all the neighbors to hear.

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His fists left smudges on the glass. I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Miss Whitlock! I have proof your driver is working with your family’s enemies to sabotage you!”

His words rang out, sharp and shrill. A few neighbors peeked through their curtains, curious.

I ran over and tried to pull him away. “What are you talking about?!”

I grabbed his arm, but he shook me off, eyes wild.

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His breath came in ragged gasps. "Kevin, I won’t let you have a better life than me! Why should I, as a driver, get treated like dirt while even the butler bullies me? But you? You get everything handed to you, no trouble at all! It’s not fair!"

His voice cracked on the last word, and for a moment, I almost saw the scared kid he used to be.

Just then, Savannah and the butler came out, having heard the commotion.

Savannah’s heels clicked on the stone path, her eyes wary. The butler followed close behind, already looking for a reason to get rid of me.

Savannah eyed my brother warily. The butler, who already had it in for me, jumped at the chance, grilling my brother for details.

He crossed his arms, lips pursed, waiting for an excuse to call the cops.

My brother quickly pulled out a crumpled letter, stained with grease—clearly, he’d gone out of his way to make it look old.

He waved it like a trophy, eyes shining with manic glee.

The handwriting was messy, the contents a jumble about me colluding with the Whitlock family’s business rivals, planning to sabotage a major project in exchange for a huge payoff.

The words were barely legible, but the intent was clear—he wanted me out, no matter what it took.

“See? This is proof he’s a traitor!”

He waved the letter, hands shaking, eyes wild with glee.

His voice rose with every word, desperate to be believed.

“He was plotting with them even before he started working here!”

He jabbed a finger at me, as if daring anyone to defend me.

The butler snatched the letter, squinting at it, then shot me a cold glare.

He looked at me like I was already guilty, his mind made up before he even read the first line.

“No wonder you’re such a good driver. You must’ve trained ahead of time to impress Miss Whitlock!”

His accusation hung in the air, heavy and unfair. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to shout.

My brother quickly chimed in,

He nodded eagerly, piling on. "Exactly! He practiced in advance—I know all his tricks, because I’m his brother! You can’t hide anything from me!"

“Miss, keeping him around is dangerous. Fire him!”

The butler fanned the flames, eager to get rid of me.

Savannah fell silent, her gaze flicking between me and my brother.

She studied us both, her eyes sharp and unreadable. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.