The Prestigious Family’s Adopted Son Chapter 2

Miles stared at him, confused.

My eldest sister, Chloe, let out a cold laugh. "Thirty thousand? I bet you've never even seen ten thousand in your life. Do you even understand the concept of money?"

I was disappointed.

Is thirty thousand a lot? It wouldn't even buy a square meter of thermal shielding. My workshop's weekly budget is more than that.

The smirk on Chloe's face froze solid.

Well, I guess being a little poor is fine. At least their family business is in advanced materials.

I'll ask Dad later if he can pull some strings, get his company to partner with our Program.

They are my blood relatives, after all.

Their products must be struggling to sell. Poor Sterlings, they need my help.

After a long, awkward silence, the entire family—except for a clueless Miles—had strange expressions on their faces.

My father finished the transfer to Miles and stalked out of the living room, his face dark.

After dinner, my mother led me to a small suite next to the first-floor dining room.

"Rob," she said coolly, "none of the upstairs bedrooms are ready. You'll have to make do and stay here for now."

Miles stood beside her, feigning concern. "Mom, this is the maid's quarters. Is it really appropriate for my brother to stay here? Maybe he should just take my room."

Before I could say a word, my mother jumped in. "Absolutely not! This cramped little room is for the help. I can't let you suffer in a place like this!"

I had to laugh.

This family is something else. The adopted son is too good for the maid's room, but the biological son isn't.

A flash of embarrassment crossed my mother's face. She shot me an angry glare before turning back to Miles. "Rob grew up in the country. He's used to dirt floors and factory dorms with no plumbing. The maid's room is a huge step up for him. But you're different. You've been raised in luxury. You could never get used to a place like this."

Tears of pity welled up in her eyes.

Miles put on a magnanimous smile. "It's okay, Mom. My bedroom was always meant to be his anyway. I've been the usurper for over twenty years. It's time I gave it back."

"Miles, don't say that! No matter what, you'll always be my precious son…"

The two of them went back and forth, ending in a dramatic, tearful embrace.