At the table, Richard and Elizabeth sat with Liam between them. They looked more like a real family of three.
Liam was charming, always knowing how to say things that pleased them.
Richard and Elizabeth kept glancing at me with disappointment, then at Liam with satisfaction, as if constantly making comparisons.
Suddenly Liam asked, “Brother, did you go to school in that small town?”
“I already graduated,” I replied lazily.
Richard frowned. “You and Liam are the same age. He’s only a senior in high school, and you’ve already graduated? What did you study?”
“Computer science and welding,” I answered truthfully.
Richard slammed the table. “How could a child of the Grant family study something so unrefined as welding?”
Elizabeth quickly added, “Liam is now a senior at St. Augustine Academy. He has a chance at getting into the Ivy League. You should spend half a year there too. Even if you don’t get into a good university, your father and I can donate a building wing and get you a diploma from a decent school.”
“But I’ve already graduated.”