Aunt Mariz turned to me gently. "We can take you home too, but we already have another boy living with us..."
I straightened up, smiling earnestly. "Don't worry, Mom! I'll get along with my new brother just fine!"
The director's eyes filled with tears of joy—mostly relief. He looked like he wanted to wave a flag to send us off.
"Wonderful! Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Watson, on gaining two fine young sons!"
After the couple went off to finish the paperwork, I clutched my brother's hand, eyes shining with emotion.
"Bro, you're loyal to the bone! You didn't forget our oath to share wealth and glory!"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm just worried you'll get yourself killed once I'm gone with that mouth of yours."
I grinned. "Thanks, Bro! That fake young master didn't even show up today—probably doesn't want you to come back. If he really is some scheming little brat, I'll deal with him for you!"
In the orphanage, our unbeatable combo was legendary—I handled the verbal warfare, and he handled the physical.
Against a fake young master, he might lack experience... but I certainly didn't.
My brother squeezed my hand, looking touched. "Bro, our future wealth and fortune all depend on you!"
"Relax," I said, smirking. "Leave it to me."
When the Watson couple returned, they saw us still holding hands and smiled warmly.
"You two really are close. That puts our minds at ease."
Once in the car, Aunt Mariz began explaining the family situation.
Besides the fake young master, Felix, my brother also had a sister—two years older.
We soon learned he'd gone missing at the age of three... because of her.
And since she hadn't even bothered to come pick him up, it was clear she wasn't thrilled about his return.
Sure enough, when we arrived at the villa, the first thing we saw was a gloomy-looking girl standing at the gate with her arms crossed—waiting for us with an expression colder than the mountain wind.
When my brother and I grinned and called her "Sister," Sheila's expression nearly cracked in half.
"You adopted another one?" she snapped, glaring at our parents.
Only after hearing that I was just an adopted child with no inheritance rights did she finally exhale in relief.
"I'm warning you—don't you dare bully my brother, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
I immediately ducked behind Noah, pretending to look frightened.