And sure enough, a month later, during the elite academy's class assembly, he struck.
With red eyes and a trembling voice, Felix stood before everyone and said, "These are my parents' newly adopted sons from the orphanage. Please take care of them."
Just like that, he outed us as the adopted ones in front of the entire class.
The room erupted in whispers.
"What? The Watson family just adopts kids on a whim?"
"Poor Felix... imagine having to share everything with strangers."
I smiled sweetly and told my brother, "Show them the paternity test."
Then, in my most pleasant tone, I said, "Funny how our dear little brother talks like he's the victim. You've lived in someone else's nest for eight years, and you're still putting on an act?"
"You're an adopted son too, remember? Don't pretend you're royalty."
I turned to the class and continued, "Hi, everyone. I'm Noah's brother—the real heir of the Watson family. Like Felix said, I'm also adopted. But the Watsons didn't adopt me for charity. They just wanted someone to protect their true son from certain people just like today."
The classroom went dead silent. Then the tide turned.
"Wait, so he's the fake one?"
"Man, he's been pretending all along!"