My Brother’s Spot Sparks a Hidden Identity
I was in the middle of hosting an important international meeting when my younger brother's sudden call interrupted me.
On the other end, his voice was low and trembling. "Matt, someone took my spot for the exchange student program."
I rushed to his school right away, only to find him cornered in an office, his eyes slightly red.
A cocky-looking boy was pointing at Tim's nose, his face full of arrogance. "You want to compete with me? I'm the heir of the Smiths in Ardenford. My mom just donated an entire lab building to the school! Who do you think you are?"
Even the teacher nearby spoke up in support of him. "Timothy, the Smiths in Ardenford are one of our school's major benefactors. You'd better be sensible and not cause any trouble."
I was about to step forward and confront them when those words—the Smiths in Ardenford—made me stop cold.
The Smiths in Ardenford?
Since when did my mom have a third son besides me and my brother, Timothy?
I immediately dialed her number, a cold laugh slipping from my lips. "Mom, when did you have another son behind Dad's back?"