Latte for Me, Mansion for Him

I walked out of Kensington Corp feeling completely at ease. Looking at the sunlight, I felt completely relaxed.

Finally, I did not have to stay in that trashy company anymore, enduring constant humiliation from those jerks.

Over the past two months, they mocked me endlessly. They injected unknown substances into my drinks and fed me expired snacks of questionable origins.

Besides that, I was the only one who had to clean up after Sean's mess. I had enough of it.

I merely suggested upgrading the equipment and refusing their processed snacks, and they called me pretentious.

Back when I lived with my adoptive father, William, the servants would have treated my words as orders.

My adoptive father was the world's largest arms tycoon and a top-tier weapons designer. The inheritance and research institute he left me behind could buy out thousands of Kensington Corps.

If the Kensington family did not find me right when I was just emerging from the grief of my adoptive father's death, there was no way I would've come to a place like this.

Outdated equipment, crude designs, and a group of incompetent designers coasting in their positions.

I truly did not have a single good thing to say about this place.

I once held a bit of hope. I was grateful that my biological parents found me. I could finally experience family warmth. Also, since I achieved success, I also thought of returning home to help my parents.

I just didn't think that this would be how things ended.

I strode away from the office.

Sonya watched me leave as she furrowed her brows tightly.

Sean, standing next to her, said innocently, "Sonya, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong again? Why don't you bring Wesley along tonight? I won't go. After all, he is the true son of Mom and Dad."

His gaze never once left Sonya's face. Just as he expected, Sonya immediately went to console him.

"Sean, come on, don't think that way. You definitely deserve the biggest credit this time. Just enjoy it. As for Wesley, he's just a punitive, jealous person. You'll forever be Mom and Dad's favorite son."

Sonya hugged Sean, adding, "You will also forever be my favorite brother."

Tears welled up in Sean's eyes. He said to her, "Thank you, Sonya."

While they were sharing a sibling bond, I returned home to pack up. I was leaving the place, so I was going to bring my things along. The clothes were not important. It was mainly my research drafts and experimental records.

While packing up, Sonya sent me a message.

[Don't join us for the celebration party tonight. I don't want Sean to be sad seeing you. Just stay at home and get me the report. I want to see it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. If you perform well, I might take you out for some food tonight.]

When I saw the message, I chuckled out loud.

I was the sole person who developed this technology, yet I was not invited to the celebration?

And if I wanted to eat something, I had to perform well?

At first, I did not really care about the small bonus money. We were a family, after all. If they wanted to give it, fine.

But judging from Sonya and my parents' attitude, they never once treated me as family.

If that was the case, there was nothing else left to say.

[Whatever. I never wanted anything of yours to begin with.]