The Disolate Scion

Rejection

"The orphanage superintendent must have already filled you in on everything, right?" the man remarked, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. 

"Yes," Zak replied calmly, keeping his gaze fixed on the table. 

It turns out the man Zak just spotted is actually his family's butler, or you could say, a member of his newly discovered family. He has been sent to find Zak and bring him back to his family.

Handing the documents to Zak, he simply said, "Take it." 

Zak swiftly scanned through the few pages. The contents clearly detailed his birth, how he was taken away by a stranger, and later left at the orphanage after the kidnapper's death. 

As the butler observed him, he grew increasingly uneasy with each passing moment. 

The butler was well aware of Zak's parents' attitude towards him, and as a result, his own demeanor towards Zak lacked hint of respect.

In that moment, Zak felt like an object on display, casually scrutinized by the man. 

Methodically organizing the papers, Zak locked eyes with him, his silence conveying a wealth of meaning. 

"Have you finished?" the butler inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

There seemed to be an impatience, as though the butler couldn't wait to dispose of him immediately. To the esteemed Vanderose family, having a child from an orphanage suddenly integrated into their ranks felt more like an unwanted blemish. 

Zak sensed the tension in the air and nodded in response, keeping his emotions in check. 

"If everything's settled, let's get going," the man stood up, "You wouldn't want to stay here, would you?" 

Zak fell briefly silent before speaking up, "I need to go back and gather a few belongings." 

"What belongings?" His tone turned cold. "Time is limited. You'll find everything you need once we arrive. Don't waste any more time."

Hesitating for a moment, Zak realized his patience was wearing thin. He chose to stay silent and simply climbed into the opulent car. 

At the door, the orphanage director stood, surrounded by a group of envious children, their eyes fixed on Zak. 

With a smile and a wave of his hand, Zak bid them farewell. 

Beside him, the butler urged him on, and Zak obediently withdrew his hand. 

Without hesitation, the car drove away. 

From that moment on, his sense of belonging shifted – he was no longer confined to the orphanage. 

One hour later, the car came to a stop.

"Your room is ready for you on the left side of the second floor. Don't go to the right side, that's Juelz's room. He doesn't like anyone going in without permission. Understood?" 

"Understood," Zak replied softly. 

"Mrs. Sears," The butler called out and pointed at Zak, "You come to arrange things." 

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he turned around and left. 

The immense mansion suddenly felt eerily empty. Zak took a quick look around before diverting his gaze. 

The orphanage superintendent had told him that he must return to the Vanderose family; otherwise, both he and the orphanage would suffer the consequences. Although he was a biological child, he hadn't been raised by his parents, resulting in a lack of emotional connection. Moreover, with a son who was far more exceptional than him, his parents naturally had no reason to pay attention to him. 

As Zak recalled the painful memory of his confession and subsequent rejection, he began to see leaving this town as a welcomed change.

After a few seconds, a woman wearing an apron came out of the kitchen. She smiled kindly at Zak and said, "You must be the second young master. Please come with me, I'll take you to your room and give you a tour of the mansion." 

There was no sign of looking down on him or making things difficult, and Zak returned her smile. 

Mrs. Sears introduced, "That room is the eldest young master's bedroom, and the next one is his study. Second young master, this is your room, and it's already arranged for you." 

The door opened, revealing a simple black and white-themed decor. It looked casually done, but Zak quite liked it. 

"Thank you," he said with a faint grin, expressing his gratitude. 

"Second young master, feel free to explore your room and let me know if you need anything. I'll head downstairs to prepare lunch," Mrs. Sears kindly instructed. 

"Master and Madam has been busy with work, and the eldest young master is away for a competition, so he won't be back for lunch. It's just you dining today, second young master," Mrs. Sears clarified. 

With a nod, Zak proceeded to his bedroom and gently closed the door behind him. 

The closet was filled with unfamiliar brands, showcasing an array of flamboyant colors and designs. Zak organized the white and black outfits to the front, pushing the others to the back. After selecting his attire, he headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower before changing into fresh clothes and making his way downstairs. 

Zak's long eyelashes drooped slightly as he settled into his seat. Just as he reached for his meal, footsteps echoed from the doorway, followed by a cheerful voice. 

"Mom, I'm back, I'm the first one. Why didn't you come to see me today?"

Zak followed the sound and found himself face to face with someone who looked exactly like him.