Chapter 1

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.

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Outside the operating room, the doctor, feeling a pang of sympathy, advised:

"Mr. Brown, although the young master's vocal cords have been severed, if we can replace them with artificial ones soon, there's still hope for recovery. Additionally, if we don't treat his fingers and legs quickly, he might be permanently disabled."

"The young master is a singer who relies on his voice and hands for his livelihood. Shouldn't we arrange surgery for him as soon as possible......"

Dad interrupted him, "Hold off for now!"

Mom hesitated: "Honey, Xavion has already received his due punishment. He won't be able to attend the award ceremony the day after tomorrow anyway. After all, he's our own son. Do we really want to watch him become disabled?"

Sister's voice was full of contempt.

"It's better if he's crippled! Without a voice to sing, he won't steal Nolan's spotlight anymore. With broken legs, he'll have to stay put at home, and with useless fingers, he won't be able to plagiarize Nolan's songs again. Our Brown family can support him for life, what's there to worry about?""Xavion deserves punishment for daring to plagiarize Nolan. The Golden Melody Award should have been Nolan's. The future king of singer-songwriters should be him, too. Only by completely crippling Xavion will he stop harboring devious thoughts of stealing Nolan's spotlight."

"No need for an artificial voice box. Just give him a dog's vocal cords. As long as he can talk, it'll do!"

Mom sighed, quietly instructing the doctor:

"Give my son the best painkillers immediately. As for the injuries to his hands and legs, just keep them stable - don't let them worsen, but make sure he's not in pain. My boy's always been a wimp..."

Hearing these words, I trembled uncontrollably, tears gushing out.

What I had thought was malicious harm turned out to be deliberately inflicted by my closest family members, all to clear the way for John by removing me as an obstacle.

But they never even asked me, blindly believing John's one-sided story.

A searing pain spread from my heart throughout my body as I stared blankly at the ceiling.

Mom, who had entered the operating room, noticed my hand bleeding profusely and still shaking. Her eyes welled up with tears of concern.

"Xavion, it's Mom! Are you in a lot of pain? Don't be scared, we'll call the doctor to help you right away!"

Beside her, my sister dialed the phone, her voice also choked with tears."You must rock on, little brother! We'll find you the best vocal cords money can buy. Your lifelong dream won't be crushed!"

"Don't you worry, bro. Your big sis will hunt down those vicious haters and make them taste what it's like to have their limbs broken and vocal cords ripped out!"

Dad stood nearby, his eyes brimming with guilt as he looked at me. "Xavion, the world's top medical team is on their way. Just hang in there..."

"Once you're better, Dad will personally write a song for us to sing together. We'll show everyone that you're Dad's most talented son!"

I stared blankly at their masterful performances, laboriously tapping out a message on my phone with my palm.

[I really didn't plagiarize John's work...]

Blood soaked the screen as my sister hastily grabbed my phone.