However, both parents fell together. Even my father, Ferdinand, fell to the floor first. Unfortunately, the chair that Richard was standing on shifted and overturned. It made him strangled by the rope and his tongue almost fell out.
I looked at them all in confusion. “What kind of unique welcoming ceremony is this?” I asked myself.
Even though I also knew that this was a trick played by the fake son, Richard Kenneth. Our father, however, had already climbed up and hurriedly rescued his son.
Ferdinand shouted, “Richard, are you alright?”
His face was full of worry at this time. It was obvious that he was very attached to this fake son.
Richard cried and said, “Dad, it's better to let me die. I'm the one who stole my brother's happy life. I deserve to die!”
My mother yelled angrily at me, “It's all your fault, Alfred! Why didn't you save your brother?”
Ferdinand looked at me, “Alfred, tell me, did you want to see your brother die? You're so cold-blooded. Do you still want to be considered a member of the Kenneth Family?”
I just kept quiet. I didn't want to respond to what my biological father said.
“Your Kenneth Family is so rich, Alfred. Have you ever thought twice before acting like that?”