“I’ll sleep anywhere as long as there’s a window and ventilation,” I said casually.
Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly glad the rightful son wasn’t hard to please: “Then pick any room except Mom and Dad’s. I’ll personally arrange your room tomorrow.”
Liam complained in a wronged voice: “Sis, I can arrange a room for Brother too.”
Sophia ignored him and instead said to me, “I have a meeting at the office this afternoon. If anything comes up we can talk after I get back tonight.”
“Oh.”
I answered and went back to lying like a corpse on the sofa.
Sophia shook her head, a little exasperated at my laziness. She left quickly — her position at the company seemed important.
After she left, Liam said to me, “Brother, I’ll take you to a good room. You’ll like it.”
“Fine.”
Reluctantly I got up.
If I could have stripped down and stayed dead on the living room sofa, I would have. I was that lazy.
As for Liam’s flattering, I knew he had tricks, but I didn’t care.
Sure enough, he brought me to a room on the second floor.
The room smelled nice, there was a vanity full of skincare products, and a big bed with pale pink bedding.
On the vanity was even a photo of Sophia.