Atlas's pov
"Amelia, dear," I looked up to see my mother addressing her. There was a silent exchange of glances between my parents, and my father gave a subtle nod as if silently encouraging my mother to continue.
"By next Thursday, we will head to the family court, so you could legally be our daughter," she explained with a warm smile, dropping the bombshell.
I don't know the emotions that stirred in me, I shot up my seat and said, getting annoyed.
"Mum! That can never happen," I protested, I was hurt by their actions. They really do not care about me or my feelings.
"We never asked for your opinion, young man," my Dad said, with a hard glare.
"Atlas, sit down," I heard my mother's voice say, but I don't care about that at the moment.
"How can you do this to me? Sis clearly stated
