"Madam Martha. Your son, Willam Aroa, is here," spoke that guy wearing a butler uniform as he observed the rest of us with slight curiosity. The one who was most dumbfounded among us was mom, as she looked at me with a serious face.
"Send him here," Mom spoke with slight hesitation as she looked at me. The others were now shifting their gazes between me and mom, as they all waited for William to appear. In front of everyone here, except me, there was only one question:
'Is the other kid going to be the same as the elder one?'
Not long after, William came rushing to the scene as he looked at mom with a relieved look as he wiped his forehead. He then turned around to look at the people sitting there before his eyes turned a bit wide open.
"Brother?!" He observed me curiously as I looked at him with the same surprised expression with which he was looking at me.
