"Heh," Adeline sneered from the side. "I told you it was a bad idea to bring him back. Look—he's already stirring up trouble the moment he gets home."
My mother frowned slightly. "If you're not satisfied with the room, you could have told us directly."
"There's no need to do something like this."
"Aunt Millie has worked in our house for over ten years. We understand her character."
'What a bunch of fools.'
'They'd rather trust an adopted son of unknown origin—and even a nanny—than me.'
'I'm a son who just returned to acknowledge my family. Even an outsider wouldn't be beaten by a nanny in someone else's house, right?'
Calling this a room arrangement was a joke.
This was no different from a prison cell.
A urinal in the room, and I had to carry it to the yard to clean it every morning?
Even rural homes weren't like this anymore.
My mother looked embarrassed and helpless, instinctively turning to my father for guidance.
A flicker of doubt crossed my father's face. He frowned and fell silent, clearly thinking.
Before he could speak, Cedrick cut in.
"Brother, I heard you're from the Loess Plateau," he said casually.