The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"James!"

Charles' eyes lit up at the sight of James, as if he had just seen his lifeline.

He limped his way around the table to get to James when the police officer on duty restrained him by the shoulders for fear he might do something funny.

James sat there with his back sunk into his seat, but his wary eyes and pressed lips reflected his disdain for his criminal brother.

Family ties had never meant anything to James.

Throughout their childhood, Charles was James' playmate, but in adulthood, he became a mere tool for James' manipulation.

To safeguard his own power, James indulged Charles excessively, cleaning up after him and spoiling him rotten. This, however, ultimately proved to be Charles' downfall, keeping him dependent and easily controlled by James.

Alas, Charles was worthless.

All the more reason James could not stand Charles. He did not think it was his fault that his drastic measures made his brother a killer. Everything James did was to save him, so Charles should take the fall for the aftermath.

"How did I become a killer, James? I never killed anyone!"

Charles' cracked lips quivered as he said, "I'm being framed! The charge should be dropped! I'm innocent! Someone is out to get me! I would know if I killed anyone."

"Calm down, Charles. Hear me out."

and spoke slowly, in case Charles could not catch up. "The evidence in this case is overwhelming, including eyewitness

ask him to

when it mattered? I told you many times that I would do my best to bail you out, but why didn't you

wasn't me! I didn't kill anyone! How many times do I

with both hands, his spit going everywhere. "Call Dad now! I want to talk to Dad! I'm his favorite son! He won't leave me to

be told, Charles. I came to see you and talk to

furrowed his brows. "I have done enough for you, but you never learned

do you mean? Are you

will hire the best attorney to reduce your sentencing, and I will try to make your life comfortable in prison. That's the best I can do

a file from his briefcase to hand to

he was afraid Charles might go crazy and use the

looked at

was a contract to transfer shares, and Charles was not

sure knew how to pick the right

angrily, "I'm not dead. I might be able to get out of here! You can't wait to take my shares? You pushed too far! Even if I'm dead, my shares will go to Dad, not

like he had

take money and shares to your grave. What's the point of holding on to them Once judgment day is here, you with likely get a life sentence without parole. Even if I get your sentence reduced, you will be stripped of your assets. The

you are getting