That did the trick. The two adults exchanged panicked looks and nodded.
Aunt Mariz turned to me gently. "We can take you home too, but we already have another boy living with us..."
I straightened up, smiling earnestly. "Don't worry, Mom! I'll get along with my new brother just fine!"
The director's eyes filled with tears of joy—mostly relief. He looked like he wanted to wave a flag to send us off.
"Wonderful! Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Watson, on gaining two fine young sons!"
After the couple went off to finish the paperwork, I clutched my brother's hand, eyes shining with emotion.
"Bro, you're loyal to the bone! You didn't forget our oath to share wealth and glory!"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm just worried you'll get yourself killed once I'm gone with that mouth of yours."
I grinned. "Thanks, Bro! That fake young master didn't even show up today—probably doesn't want you to come back. If he really is some scheming little brat, I'll deal with him for you!"
In the orphanage, our unbeatable combo was legendary—I handled the verbal warfare, and he handled the physical.
Against a fake young master, he might lack experience... but I certainly didn't.