The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Alex stood by the door, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the doctor gently treat Julian’s

hand.

His brother sat still, jaw tight, but there was no missing the pain in his eyes as the doctor wrapped the burned skin with fresh

gauze.

Alex’s eyes shifted to his mother. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, close enough to touch Julian but keeping just enough distance like she was afraid even the lightest touch might cause more pain.

Her eyes were red and swollen. She hadn’t stopped crying since the moment their father-had pressed that boiling kettle against Julian’s skin. The memory still made Alex’s stomach twist.

How could a man do that to his own son?

But Charles Blackwell had stopped being a father the moment Julian lost control of his life.

Once upon a time, Charles used to show off Julian like a trophy, proud of his first son, the one who was supposed to carry on the Blackwell legacy.

Then everything fell apart-drugs, scandals, private hospital visits. Now, all Charles probably sees when he looks at his first son is weakness and shame. He didn’t even call him “son” anymore. He used Julian like a tool, like bait, like a punching bag— anything to keep Alex in line.

And it worked.

Because every time Alex disobeyed, every time he dared to raise his voice, his father didn’t come after him. He went after Julian. He hurt the one person Alex had spent his whole life looking up to.

And the sick part? Alex knows he is in love with the sister of the man who helped break Julian in the first place.

Ethan Turner-the man who introduced Julian to drugs, who dragged him into this mess is Mia’s older brother.

Yes he had come close to killing him a lot of times, but Ethan had left Willowcrest for months.

His brother had to beg him to leave him alone, that it was not Ethan’s fault.

And jullian is right, he knows that Ethan did what Jullian wanted. He supplied him the drugs he wanted, even if he were dying Ethan Turner will still supply him drugs as long as he asked for it cause that’s the only thing that stain of a family cares about. Money….

In the end Ethan was not fully the cause of his brother’s addiction but Alex needed someone to blame.

He stares at his brother.

It was like life had handed Alex a pile of broken glass and told him to walk barefoot.

Everything was so messed up.

He clenched his jaw, watching as the doctor fastened the last piece of tape on the bandage. Julian winced, but he didn’t say anything. He never did. He always took the pain in silence like he deserved it. And maybe, deep down, he believed he did.

But Alex didn’t. Not anymore.

He was done standing still. He wasn’t a child anymore. He couldn’t keep watching his mother cry herself to sleep, or his

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Chapter 93

brother wither away under their father’s control. Charles Blackwell might own the company, the mansion, the money-but he didn’t own them. Not forever.

He had a plan. He had to.

“He’s going to be fine,” Doctor Shawn said, his voice soft, like he knew the walls had ears in this house. He began packing up his tools, placing them carefully in his black bag.

“Thank you, Doctor Shawn,” his mother said, her voice weak but sincere.

Alex stepped back from the door, letting the doctor pass through. He gave a tight nod, avoiding eye contact. The air in the room felt heavier than ever. Alex leaned against the wall, letting his head fall back with a quiet sigh.

From there, he watched his mom hover over Julian again, adjusting the bandage, brushing hair away from his brother’s forehead, doing anything to make him feel like he was still cared for.

Julian used to be invincible. When they were kids, he was the golden one-smart, charming, the favorite. Alex always admired him, always tried to be like him. And now… now he was a ghost of the man he used to be.

The drugs had drained him. Their father had beaten whatever was left. And somehow, Julian still managed to smile through it all like he didn’t mind being Charles Blackwell’s favorite form of punishment.

“I’m okay,” Julian said quietly, his voice scratchy but firm.

His mom gave him a look that said she didn’t believe a word of it. But she nodded anyway.

“I know,” she whispered. Then she stood up slowly, the way someone does when they’ve been holding the same pain in their bones for too long. She turned to Alex, standing in front of him.

Her hand came up gently, fingers brushing against his cheek. “Baby, are you okay?”

Alex nodded once. He didn’t trust himself to say anything.

She looked at him for a moment longer, her eyes scanning his face like she was searching for cracks. Then she pulled her

hand back.

“I’ll get something for you to eat,” she said, already turning to leave.

“Mom-” he started, but she didn’t let him finish.

“I’m getting it,” she said firmly, her voice soft but unwavering. “You boys need to eat.”

And just like that, she was gone, the door closing behind her and leaving him alone in the room with his brother.

Everything inside him felt twisted-like he was standing in a storm with no umbrella. And all he could do was try not to get struck again.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked softly.

Julian turned his head toward him, eyes dull but laced with a flicker of amusement. “I’ve survived worse,” he said with a low chuckle, though the sound didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Right,” Alex murmured, not knowing what else to say. He stayed where he was, standing near the edge of the bed where his brother lay, his arm wrapped in fresh gauze.

There was silence for a beat, a silence that hung heavy between them like fog. It wasn’t uncomfortable-more like a shared understanding. They didn’t need to speak all the time. Sometimes just being there was enough.

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Then Julian shifted slightly, wincing as he adjusted his arm. “So,” he said, looking over at Alex with raised brows, “you broke up with Zoe?”

Alex nodded once. “Yeah.”

Julian let out a low whistle. “I’m still finding that hard to believe. You and Zoc… you two were supposed to be a forever thing. you know? At least, that’s what it always looked like.”

Alex leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “Yeah. Until I realized what we had wasn’t love.”

Julian stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. It wasn’t loud, but it was real-the kind of laugh that came from disbelief and a little relief all mixed together. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Alex raised a brow.

Julian shook his head, smiling. “I never understood your relationship, brother. I mean-how could you be dating and still fucking other people in the name of ‘spicing things up’? You never got jealous seeing her with another man. I’ve seen you walk past a guy screwing her and not bat an eye. That’s messed up, Alex. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I used to get jealous if my girl even smiled too long at another man. I guess I just never got how you two worked.”

Alex chuckled, looking down at his feet. “Neither did I.”

Because the truth was, Julian was right. Everything he said, every word,.

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