When we got in the car after the banquet, I could clearly tell that Reinier was in low spirits.
The reason was obvious.
Rich people are way more snobby and mercenary. Heaven knows how many cruel remarks he overheard today.
I sighed and comforted him, "Don't overthink it. You're definitely their biological son."
Neither my parents nor Reinier knew why I was so certain.
I didn't explain either. The memory was too distant, so distant that I couldn't even be sure if it was real.
I supported getting a paternity test because it was the best way to shut everyone up.
Reinier went to school as usual.
I never thought at first the family drama would affect him, until I came across his university's forum.
A post had gone viral in an extremely short span of time.
Its content boiled down to th
