Realizing he couldn't out-talk me, Felix immediately switched back to his trademark pretentious act—soft, tearful, manipulative.
"Noah, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I was just scared you'd hate me, that's all..."
Then he turned to me, eyes watery. "Lenon, if you're angry, yell at me. Just don't take it out on Sister or our parents."
There it was again—the same routine.
Honestly, this pretentious boy couldn't even come up with new material.
I was too lazy to keep arguing, so I turned to the dumbstruck rich couple and asked pleasantly, "I heard we'll be in the same class as our little brother?"
They nodded quickly, still in shock.
"Perfect," I said with a smile. "That way we can take care of him more easily. By the way, which room will we be staying in?"
Aunt Mariz immediately led us upstairs.
Felix followed behind, eyes red, pretending to be gracious as he pushed open the door to his own room.
"Brother, if you don't mind, you can stay here. It was originally your room anyway..."
But before we could respond, Sheila rushed over again, blocking the doorway like a guard dog.
"Felix, this room was specially decorated by Mom for you! Those two uneducated bumpkins don't deserve to live here!"