I calmly set down my bowl and cutlery, then swept my eyes across these blood relatives.
I really don't want to eat garbage...
'Can't you see this pretentious act? He cried for so long without shedding a single tear. Do I really have to eat shrimp shells just to keep him from throwing a tantrum?'
'Why does my family seem to have such low intelligence? Will prolonged exposure to low-IQ individuals reduce intelligence by association? Once the medicine passes clinical trials, I should probably let them try it too.'
The dining table instantly fell silent.
They exchanged quick glances with one another. The atmosphere turned strange and tense.
'If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have listened to the professor. Why did I even come back? This feels like a low-budget short drama—boring and ridiculous.'
Adeline glared at me fiercely and said through clenched teeth,
"I'm warning you—don't even think about sowing discord here!"
"Don't think that just because you share Zamora blood, you can take advantage of anything!"
"These shrimp shells were originally for me to eat. If you don't know your place, don't even dream of integrating into this family!"