Sheila's face turned an impressive shade of blue as her voice cracked with fury. "You—you dared to insult me?!"

"What, can't I? Oh wait—give me a second. I've got more for him too."

I jabbed a finger toward Felix. "And you—stop pretending you're some precious gem. Even a trash bag couldn't contain all that fake sincerity you're spilling!"

"Weren't you ‘feeling unwell' and supposed to be resting? Didn't look that way when you were staging your little suicide act earlier!"

"Let me guess—the only thing making you sick is that Noah is back, and you can't stand not being the only young master anymore, right?"

The boy froze, his face turning pale as I hit the mark. He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off mercilessly.

"Playing sick, faking suicide, trying to stir up trouble—who asked you to atone for anything? You're both young masters now, aren't you? Then why are you the only one acting brain-dead?"

His little face turned white as a sheet, stammering, "Y-you—you—"

I scoffed, "You what? Spit it out! If you stutter, go see a doctor. If you've got brain problems, read a damn book!"

Realizing he couldn't out-talk me, Felix immediately switched back to his trademark pretentious act—soft, tearful, manipulative.

"Noah, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I was just scared you'd hate me, that's all..."

Then he turned to me, eyes watery. "Lenon, if you're angry, yell at me. Just don't take it out on Sister or our parents."

There it was again—the same routine.

Honestly, this pretentious boy couldn't even come up with new material.

I was too lazy to keep arguing, so I turned to the dumbstruck rich couple and asked pleasantly, "I heard we'll be in the same class as our little brother?"

They nodded quickly, still in shock.

"Perfect," I said with a smile. "That way we can take care of him more easily. By the way, which room will we be staying in?"

Aunt Mariz immediately led us upstairs.

Felix followed behind, eyes red, pretending to be gracious as he pushed open the door to his own room.

"Brother, if you don't mind, you can stay here. It was originally your room anyway..."

But before we could respond, Sheila rushed over again, blocking the doorway like a guard dog.

"Felix, this room was specially decorated by Mom for you! Those two uneducated bumpkins don't deserve to live here!"

I was about to roast her again when Aunt Mariz shot her a sharp glare and spoke gently to my brother.