At that moment, I froze, realizing that what was right and wrong was as clear as day.
But him… six years of my youth, wasted without a second thought!
I jerked my hand away, my words sharp and full of frost.
"What do I want? Isn’t it me who should be asking that?"
"Isn’t it the norm to discuss dowries and wedding banquets before marriage?"
"You want a wedding but refuse to spend a cent. Tell me, where in the world does such a good deal even exist?"
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a wry smile. "How about I cover the dowry and Anthony marries into my family instead? The child can even carry my surname."
Zora’s fury was palpable. Her hands shook as she pointed at me, her face flushed with anger, her teeth grinding together.
"You're out of your mind! Making demands like that, where do you expect us to find that kind of money? You’re just making life difficult for us old folks!"
Oliver’s palm slammed against the table with enough force to rattle the dishes.
His expression was dark, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.
"I’ve never seen anyone so desperate for money. Are you marrying or selling yourself?"
"Sell me?" I scoffed, the words dripping with contempt.