My younger brother fell in love with our forty-year-old housekeeper. He was even willing to give up an overseas job offer for her.
For the sake of his future, I fired the housekeeper. I never expected her to lose all hope, marry, and die a horrific death at her husband's hands.
Ten years later, my brother had made a name for himself, but he locked me in a water dungeon and tortured me day and night.
It turned out he'd always blamed me for the death of the housekeeper he loved.
In the end, I had a mental breakdown and took my own life.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my brother planned to give up his offer and elope with the housekeeper.
Fine, then.
Go chase your love this time. The company inheritance is mine.
