“He said he’s giving his nephew a $50,000 red envelope!”
What?!
Before I could react, the relatives swarmed me.
“What a good young man Ethan is!”
“So generous—Ryan, you’re lucky to have him!”
“So considerate—just like a son-in-law should be!”
A middle-aged woman in a floral shirt grabbed my hand, smiling.
“Ethan, your brother-in-law said you’re even letting your nephew use your school enrollment spot for when he starts school?”
Another woman chimed in:
“And since you’re well-off, you might as well buy him a house for when he gets married someday. After all, you can afford it.”
Ryan sneered from the side.
“Yesterday he acted all high and mighty, but he can’t live without my sister after all, huh?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you do this for free. When my kid grows up, his used clothes can go to you and my sister’s kids—to save you some money.”
Claire stood there with an awkward smile, nervously piling food into my bowl, her eyes pleading with me to just endure it.
Looking at this pack of greedy faces, the fire in my chest burned hotter and hotter.
So this was Claire’s so-called apology—using me as a scapegoat, morally blackmailing me in front of everyone.
I put down my chopsticks and stood up.