The Day My Brother's Cruelty Killed His Own Son

After the New Year, my brother's workload obviously increased.

With school about to start, my nephew still hadn't registered. So I volunteered to bring him to the kindergarten my brother had opened.

Cars were parked everywhere, coming and going freely. I frowned and found the principal—only to discover she was my brother's subordinate.

"Is there a problem with your management? Cars entering and exiting however they want—what if they hit a child?"

Serena Fox looked at me with open contempt.