“Everyone calm down,” he said. “This is Ashley’s first visit—she’s not familiar with our customs. I’ll explain things to her.”
Then he pulled me into a corner.
I glared at him. “What did you mean just now?”
He held my hand and whispered, “Ashley, Grandpa just passed. My mom’s not in a good place emotionally. Just do what she asks—for my sake, please?”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Ivan, say that again?”
His face clouded with frustration.
“Just kneel, alright? You’re my girlfriend—you should understand how our family works.”
“And come on, you’re not short on money. Your company’s doing great. What’s two hundred thousand to you? Give it to my mom so she can save face in front of the relatives.”
So in his eyes, I was nothing more than a convenient ATM.
I let out a cold laugh and intoned coldly, “No. I refuse.”
His expression immediately turned gloomy. “Ashley, don’t be so ungrateful. Just do what I said.”
Looking at the man in front of me, I felt a wave of disappointment. I didn’t want to stay another second.
“Ungrateful?” I sneered. “Then go find someone who isn't.”
As I turned to leave, his mother’s eyes darted—then she lunged forward and snatched my bag.