The director's face twitched so hard it looked painful—like he'd just swallowed something foul.
Bullied?
Obedient?
Did we even hear ourselves talking?
Probably terrified that these two little devils might actually stay behind, the director gritted his teeth and made a decision that betrayed generations of moral integrity.
——
"Indeed, Mr. and Mrs. Watson! Noah and Lenon are our best-behaved children. They're extremely close, and they hate being apart. Why don't you take both?"
The rich couple hesitated.
"It's not hard to raise another child," said Mrs. Watson, "but we already have an adopted son at home..."
My brother and I immediately exchanged wary looks.
An adopted son?
A fake young master?
Absolutely not! There was no way I would let my brother go alone. What if that fake young master turned out to be some manipulative pretentious boy? My brother would be eaten alive!
"Uncle, Auntie," I said quickly, "Noah gets depressed easily in new environments. If you take me with you, I'll keep him company and take care of him!"
The couple froze in surprise, and Noah instantly played along, bursting into tears.
"Yeah! If you don't agree, I'll hang myself at your front gate tonight—waaah!"