I smiled sweetly. "You've got the wrong person. I'm your foster brother. He's the one you should be apologizing to."
I gently pushed Noah forward. "Go on. Try again."
But Sheila immediately jumped in, shielding Felix protectively.
"Dad! Felix just wanted to make amends! It's Noah and that Lenon kid who made him fall! They have no manners at all!"
My temper flared instantly.
Damn it—curse me all you want, but insult my brother? Not happening!
"Sister," I said with a sneer, "I get that you want to play the protective big sister, but could you at least make up believable nonsense?"
"How is Noah ‘ill-mannered'? Didn't you lose him back then? You're the reason he suffered in an orphanage for years—how dare you lecture him about manners?"
"His young master status was stolen by your precious thief of a brother. What kind of ‘manners' were you expecting from him?"
"Honestly, listening to your talk is painful—do your intestines connect straight to your brain? Even a dung beetle would need to pop open your skull just to check the flavor!"
"If you can't talk like a person, then don't—sit with the dogs instead!"
When I finished my verbal barrage, the entire room went dead silent.