True Heir? Sorry, I'm Here for My Bro

"What do you think you're doing?"

Amber Decker, my biological sister, looked like she was ready to explode.

She and Mindy Hickman came at me at the same time, each clamping down on one of my arms and yanking hard.

"Where did this uncivilized punk even come from? Don't you know how to behave yourself?" Mindy looked utterly disgusted as she tried to yank me off. "You just got here, and you're already disrespecting Arthur. Do you not have any manners?"

I was still basking in the joy of having such an amazing big brother when these two clueless women interrupted me and made my blood boil.

I tensed my arms and, with a quick twist, shook them off.

A dull thud sounded as the impact knocked the wind out of Amber, sending her stumbling back. Mindy got thrown off balance too and nearly landed flat on her butt.

As I continued to cling to Arthur Decker, I raised my chin and snapped back without the slightest bit of hesitation, "I want to hold onto my brother. What's it got to do with you two?"

My words left them speechless, their faces twisting with rage. Arthur was clearly taken aback by how aggressive I was.

He froze for a couple of seconds, his body going rigid. But when he noticed that I was wobbling a bit from the exertion, he instinctively steadied me by the shoulders instead of shoving me away.

When Amber finally caught her breath, she was boiling with rage. Jabbing a finger right in my face, she yelled, "You ill-mannered country bumpkin, just you wait! I'll be sure to teach you a thing or two about how things work in this household!"

I almost laughed out loud. What made her so sure that just because I was the Decker family's long-lost son, I had to be some country bumpkin?

Before I could say anything, a calm but firm voice sounded. "That's enough, Amber."

Arthur gently pulled me behind him, his brow furrowing. "You're his biological sister. How can you not show him even a little kindness?"

Amber stared at him in disbelief, gaping like a fish. One disapproving look from Arthur was enough to bring the whole farce to an end.

Soon, dinner was served.

Trying to put me in my place, Amber deliberately assigned me the seat at the very end of the table. It was right next to the dining room entrance, where a steady draft of cold air blew through.

However, I couldn't care less about the assignment. I simply picked up my chair and squeezed myself right next to Arthur.

A housekeeper brought out a huge platter of imported lobster.

Amber let out a cold scoff as she speared a piece of meat. "Go ahead and eat up, you country bumpkin. You probably don't even get to see lobster shells back from where you're from. Just try not to embarrass the Decker family by acting like a savage."

Mindy sat across from me, taking her sweet time cutting her steak. She glanced at what I was wearing, her eyes filled with contempt.

"You're dressed in clothes from the bargain bin. Do you seriously believe you're good enough to be the heir of the Decker family?"

Amber turned to the butler beside her before speaking in a lofty tone. "Have the room in the back cleaned up for him. People raised in the sticks are tough enough to handle the cold. Giving him a decent room would just be a total waste."

The butler looked troubled. He glanced over at my biological mother, Donna Knapp. But she just kept drinking her wine, not even bothering to look my way.