Framed by the Adopted Brother

Unable to bear it any longer, my father raised his hand and slapped Daniel hard across the face.

Daniel clutched his cheek, glaring at him with utter disbelief.

“You ungrateful wretch,” My father's voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible. “Get out.”

Suddenly, the office door was flung open.

Maria stormed inside.

Seeing the bright red handprint on Daniel's face, she instantly exploded.

Screaming, she lunged at my father. “What right do you have to hit him?! What right do you have to hit him?!”

Daniel grabbed her arm to pull her back but Maria had completely lost control.

She broke free from Daniel's grip and pointed right at my father's nose.

“George Fraser, do you have a conscience?! Daniel is the only male heir of the Fraser family!

“That trash, Lyra Fraser, won't she leave the Fraser family when she marries off in the future?

“Have you gone senile?!”

My father clutched his chest, his breathing becoming shallow and labored.

I rushed forward to support him.

Maria let out a cold sneer, eyeing me up and down. “Am I wrong? You’re just an outsider who’s going to marry into another family.

“What right do you have to inherit the Fraser estate? Since ancient times, family property has always been passed down to sons, not daughters.

“Look at you, relying on your dad's favoritism and clinging to the Fraser family's money and refusing to let go.

“Have you no shame?”

My father's face kept growing paler by the second and his lips turned purple.

I shouted toward the door, “Call an ambulance!”

Maria continued, “What are you putting on an act for? Who are you trying to fool?”

“Enough!” Daniel finally dragged her back and turned to me.

“Lyra Fraser, are you satisfied now? You’ve angered Dad to this point.

“I guess this gives you an even more legitimate excuse to take over the company, doesn't it?”

As the ambulance arrived, Susan and I got in with my father.

At the hospital, I sat on a bench outside the ICU with my hands trembling.

Susan stood beside me and handed over a tablet. “Miss Fraser, take a look at this…”

I tapped on it.

It was a video posted five minutes ago by Daniel.

He was sitting in a car, his eyes red and swollen with his voice raspy.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. My dad hit me today because of that illegitimate daughter. He said he wants to kick me out of the house.”

He lowered his head and sniffed as his voice dropped lower and lower.

“I know everyone thinks I’m just a useless failure but I’m a human being too. I just want fairness.”

The comment section erupted into total madness.

“Daniel got beaten? George Fraser beat his biological son for an illegitimate daughter?”

“Oh my god, my heart breaks for him. Don't cry, Daniel, we will support you forever!”

“Get the hell out of the Fraser family, bastard daughter! The Fraser Group doesn't recognize filth like you!”

“I’ve already thrown away all the products endorsed by Lyra Fraser. Sisters, let's unite!”

In less than half an hour, the topic views surpassed 300 million.

The comment section of my personal social media account became the primary target for online attacks.

My private messages were flooded with toxic abuse.

“Why don't you just go die?”

“Stealing your brother's inheritance, how do you sleep at night?”

“Bitch, your mother was a mistress, you're a little whore, your whole family is disgusting.”

I read through them one by one, then locked the screen with an expressionless face.

I dialed Susan's number.

“Have the lawyers send me the files I prepared earlier.”

Susan hesitated. “Miss Fraser, are you sure you want to do this? Once it's made public…”

I raised my hand to cut her off. “...Since he dared to gamble with my mother’s reputation, I’m going to make sure he loses everything.”