Sophia shook her head, then turned to me and asked, “Ethan Walker, are you hungry?”
“Too lazy to eat.”
I went to the sofa and collapsed onto it, took some snacks from my backpack and stuffed them into my mouth with a half-dead expression.
This was my state of life: sit instead of stand, lie down instead of sit.
“Tired?” Sophia asked with concern.
“Not really.”
I kept eating, brought out my tablet, typing code with my left hand while scrolling videos on my phone with my right, occasionally shoveling snacks into my mouth.
Sophia and Liam stared at me like I was a freak.
Especially Liam — he came closer and, seemingly kind, said, “Brother, you suffered these years and you weren’t taught upper-class manners. If people find out about you like this, the Grants will lose face. Don’t worry — I’ll teach you social etiquette.”
“Too lazy to learn.”
I yawned and, somewhat helpfully, said, “The mine’s busy. Are you sure you don’t want to go home to help?”
To me, biological parents deserved a visit; that’s why I’d come back. So I figured he might want to see his own parents too.
Liam’s mouth twitched and his eyes suddenly reddened: “Brother, if you don’t like me being in the Grant family then I’ll leave.”