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BRANDON

Athens, Greece

My grandfather tossed the glass of wine. Deep inside, I was grieving. I promised him that I would protect the family because he knew I could be trusted. But right now, I might’ve failed him. What I was doing wasn’t enough.

“How?” he howled as if someone had died again. “How could you not tell me such information? Since when have you known about it?”

I wouldn’t have wanted to believe it myself.

“I was wrong for not telling you.” I clenched my fist. “But I thought we agreed that you would let me do these things my way. You got into my private files, Grandfather. Did you think I’m doing nothing?”

I know that it will hurt him, finding out a family was killed by his own flesh and blood.

“Helen lost her life because her son murdered her. He made her transfer everything to his name then killed her. I didn’t mean to get into your files. I trust you, my boy, but you should’ve told me about this. Oh, Helen, my sister,” he whimpered. “What did they do to you? Oh! Wh