Chapter 105

It was a sunny afternoon fifteen years ago when fifteen-year-old Matthew sneaked out with three-year-old Austin Quinn, dodging all the bodyguards and maids just to buy his little brother some cotton candy he loved. Just one minute. That was all it took. He turned around happily with the treat in hand, only to find that Austin, who had been standing right there, was gone. The cotton candy slipped from his hand and hit the ground without a sound. Panic set in. He started running around frantically, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Austin... Austin...” Soon the bodyguards and servants showed up and began a full-scale search. But three hours later, there was still no sign of Austin. Vivian burst onto the scene, furious and sobbing. Her face was twisted with rage as she grabbed Matthew’s shirt and started smacking and yelling horrible things at him: “You filthy brat! Give me back my Austin!” “Why didn’t you just die with your cursed mother?” “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? So you co