“That new young man they just brought back? He’s actually an illegitimate child. His mother has recently passed away, and their father, Philip, has forcibly brought Charles back, something the Shaw family would’ve never accepted otherwise.
Philip Nelson, father of Ethan and Charles, turned out to be quite the schemer.
Based on what my brother revealed next, I finally pieced together some details that I had previously overlooked and that weren’t mentioned in the original story.
It turned out that Philip had married into the Shaw family, becoming the live-in son-in-law in his youth when he married Ethan Shaw’s mother, Vivian Shaw. Hence, their children took on the Shaw surname.
However, Philip had always held a torch for his first love.
Even after marriage, he continued his secret affair, which eventually led to the birth of his son, Charles.
A few months ago, Charles’s mother passed away from illness, and fearing that his intellectually challenged son wouldn’t have anyone to care for him, Philip used his influence to bring Charles into the Shaw family.
While outsiders rarely knew these details, the Shaw family was painfully aware of the situation, seeing it as an unspoken blemish on their reputation. They would never truly accept Charles.
The only reason they tolerated his presence was because of Philip’s cunning maneuvering, which had allowed him to gradually seize control of the Shaw Corporation.
Once Ethan grew up and fully took over the Shaw family business, returning it to its rightful owners, Charles’s fate was bound to be grim.
“A pretty face, almost like a pop idol, but such a pity he’s a bit slow,” Brandon sighed, shaking his head. He seemed oddly sympathetic about it.
My gaze returned to the balcony, where Ethan’s mother was smiling triumphantly. I clenched my fists.
It wasn’t an uncommon tale in the circles of the wealthy, but what had Charles done to deserve this? He was just a boy, innocent and slow to understand the world around him.
Why should he suffer for the sins of those who came before him?
My frustration reached a boiling point, and I flung my skirt behind me, charging toward the bullies harassing Charles.
