Only my brother grabbed my hand, eyes brimming with tears.
"Bro," he whispered hoarsely, "you're the best!"
Sheila's face turned an impressive shade of blue as her voice cracked with fury. "You—you dared to insult me?!"
"What, can't I? Oh wait—give me a second. I've got more for him too."
I jabbed a finger toward Felix. "And you—stop pretending you're some precious gem. Even a trash bag couldn't contain all that fake sincerity you're spilling!"
"Weren't you ‘feeling unwell' and supposed to be resting? Didn't look that way when you were staging your little suicide act earlier!"
"Let me guess—the only thing making you sick is that Noah is back, and you can't stand not being the only young master anymore, right?"
The boy froze, his face turning pale as I hit the mark. He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off mercilessly.
"Playing sick, faking suicide, trying to stir up trouble—who asked you to atone for anything? You're both young masters now, aren't you? Then why are you the only one acting brain-dead?"
His little face turned white as a sheet, stammering, "Y-you—you—"
I scoffed, "You what? Spit it out! If you stutter, go see a doctor. If you've got brain problems, read a damn book!"