My brother squeezed my hand, looking touched. "Bro, our future wealth and fortune all depend on you!"
"Relax," I said, smirking. "Leave it to me."
When the Watson couple returned, they saw us still holding hands and smiled warmly.
"You two really are close. That puts our minds at ease."
Once in the car, Aunt Mariz began explaining the family situation.
Besides the fake young master, Felix, my brother also had a sister—two years older.
We soon learned he'd gone missing at the age of three... because of her.
And since she hadn't even bothered to come pick him up, it was clear she wasn't thrilled about his return.
Sure enough, when we arrived at the villa, the first thing we saw was a gloomy-looking girl standing at the gate with her arms crossed—waiting for us with an expression colder than the mountain wind.
When my brother and I grinned and called her "Sister," Sheila's expression nearly cracked in half.
"You adopted another one?" she snapped, glaring at our parents.
Only after hearing that I was just an adopted child with no inheritance rights did she finally exhale in relief.
"I'm warning you—don't you dare bully my brother, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"