He made the guy open his payment app and transfer a million to him, even marking it as a "voluntary donation."
I know this because that man is my father’s illegitimate son. After my father died, his mistress and their child lost their support. If it weren’t for Harold stepping in that day, both mother and son might’ve ended up in even worse shape.
At the time, I thought, What a coincidence.
But when I brought it up later, Harold said, “Coincidence? I knew exactly who he was.
“That kid’s mother donated her heart to your mom, and your dad slept with her as a way to say ‘thank you.’ Your mother died without ever knowing the truth, still thinking that woman saved her life.”
He looked at me, serious, and added, “You don’t have to keep treating that illegitimate brother and your stepmother with so much twisted resentment every day. Just handle things the way you should.”
Harold was only eighteen at the time. I forced a smile, trying to brush off his bluntness.
"Your stepmother, your stepmother," he’d say.
For a while, our relationship eased up because of that incident, but it didn’t last long. It was just a brief reprieve.