The Prestigious Family’s Adopted Son

Summary

My entire prestigious family can hear my thoughts.

The day they brought me home, they sent their adopted son a casual thirty-thousand dollars for pocket money. They sent me two hundred.

I grumbled to myself,

Are you kidding me? Two hundred bucks? I make more than that turning wrenches on the line.

Just as their faces curdled with disdain, waiting for me to grovel like a grateful dog, they heard the rest of my thought:

So, a New York City powerhouse family gives their son a combined monthly allowance of thirty-thousand, two-hundred dollars.