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After being exposed for plagiarizing the fake young master's song, I was dragged into an abandoned factory by over a dozen hate-crazed fans and brutally tortured.
When I was finally rescued, my throat had been carved open, my vocal cords sliced out, and my fingers and legs were twisted and deformed.
My parents, both legendary pop stars, pulled every string they could, vowing to bring those who hurt me to justice.
My CEO sister frantically contacted the world's top medical teams to treat me.
Outside the operating room, my mother's hesitant voice drifted in.
"Although Xavion was wrong to plagiarize Nolan's work, isn't this punishment too extreme?"
Dad snorted coldly, "He brought this on himself! Ten years ago when we found him, we let him steal so much of Nolan's affection. He still wasn't satisfied, always trying to one-up Nolan, and now he's even plagiarizing Nolan's songs!"
My sister chimed in, "Exactly! He's already the true young master we welcomed back into the Brown family, yet he still uses underhanded means to oppress Nolan. This time we must teach him a lesson, so Nolan can win the Grammy smoothly. As for Xavion, just give him a dog's vocal cords. As long as he can talk, it's fine!"
The pain nearly tore me apart as tears slid from the corners of my eyes.When John first pledged to make amends to my family, I never imagined he'd be this cruel to me for the sake of a fake young master.
It was clearly John who plagiarized my work, yet they chose to believe his side of the story and destroy me.
I don't want this family anymore.

When the Tide Recedes, Love Remains Elusive

Sister gripped the manager's collar, gritting her teeth in anger.


John, who had just been playing weak in bed, turned pale as if he'd suddenly realized something.


He trembled as he got out of bed, rushing over to embrace Sister, on the verge of tears.


"Last night when my brother let those fans bully me, he must have been recording it."


"I know he resents those haters for hurting him so badly, but no one can prove those people were actually my fans! How could my brother do this? Doesn't he worry it will traumatize me? Waaah..."


Hearing this, Sister's eyes softened with pity once again.


She reached out to comfort John, rubbing his back. "Don't be afraid. If that's the case, we'll just ignore the recording for now!"


John breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to say more, but Sister had already stuffed my phone back into her pocket.


Chapter 6