Scott's POV
Lovell and Adrian exchanged a look, then suddenly kissed, right there in front of the cameras.
The crowd around them broke into cheers, claps, and whistles, showering them with blessings like they were some perfect couple.
I stared blankly at the screen, completely mesmerized. At some point, without even realizing it, tears were streaming down my face.
Before long, the court hearing arrived.
I didn’t fight back or deny anything. I admitted to every charge.
As such, the judge announced the verdict on the spot. Since the theft involved a large amount and was committed as part of a group, I was sentenced to ten years in prison.
From where I sat, I clearly saw the expressions of my dad, Lovell, and Adrian in the courtroom gallery. They all let out a huge sigh of relief.
After the trial ended, I was escorted out of the courtroom and prepared for prison transport.
Just before I got in the van, a reporter shoved a microphone in my face.
“Your cousin is the top scorer in the college entrance exam, while you’re going to prison. How does that make you feel? Do you have anything to say to the public?”
I paused, then said with a faint smile, “Prison’s not so bad. You can learn a lot. Might even be more useful than college.”
The reporter couldn’t help but chuckle.
The people around us burst out laughing.
I saw it in their eyes—the pure mockery.
Someone sneered, “That’s just sour grapes. Can’t have it, so he pretends it’s worthless.”
Another muttered, “With logic like that, no wonder he ended up behind bars.”
Someone else said, “Clearly never had any parents to raise him right. Probably never taught a thing about respect.”
Just then, a frail figure pushed through the crowd.
She was crying as she stumbled forward, her voice shaky but loud with desperation. “You’ve made a mistake! All of you, this is wrong! He’s not Adrian. He’s my grandson, Scott! He’s innocent! He’s the one who topped the entrance exam!”
Grandma must’ve come from far away as she was drenched in sweat, barely standing. Yet, she clung to my arm, sobbing uncontrollably.
She nearly dropped to her knees as she begged, “Scott, please, don’t do this to yourself. Tell them the truth. Don’t throw your life away for nothing!”
I fought back tears, forcing myself to act like a delinquent. “Lady, I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
Seeing me act differently, she cried even harder.
Then, as if something clicked, she grabbed me again and pleaded, “Are they threatening you? Did your father hit you? You can tell us right now. There are officers here. No one will hurt you.”
I just shook my head. “Ma’am, you really have the wrong person. Your grandson’s over there.”
Just then, my dad and Lovell came running over.
Each of them took one of Grandma’s arms and started dragging her away.
They then gave the reporters a rehearsed explanation. “She’s got dementia. Can’t tell people apart. Sorry about that, everyone.”
Afterward, they shoved Grandma roughly into a car and drove off without looking back.
I wiped my face, slipped the handcuffs on willingly, and climbed into the transport van.
After I was officially sent to prison, my dad never came to see me again.
Lovell disappeared too—completely vanished from my life.
The only one who tried to visit was Grandma. But I turned her away every time.
She shouldn’t see me like this.
She was too old, too frail. Seeing me behind bars would only break her heart more.
It was better this way. Better to wait until I was free. Then I’d make it up to her properly.
About a month later, one of the guards approached me.
“Someone’s here to see you,” he said.
I asked three times first to confirm it wasn’t Grandma before heading to the visiting room.
The moment I saw who it was, I froze.
It was Adrian.
He sat there, looking smug. He then leaned in and said quietly, “All that hard work and studying and still, you ended up with nothing.”
I stayed silent.
He smirked and added, “I bet you still don’t know, huh? You and I we’re actually half-brothers. Same father, different mothers.”
