Anthony’s brows furrowed as he hesitated before speaking in a low voice. "Mom, isn't that a bit unfair? Aurelia has always dreamed of walking down the aisle in a wedding dress."
"What do you know?!"
His mother scoffed, her tone laced with impatience. "A wedding dress? That’s nothing but a waste of money!"
"When your sister got married two years ago, we gave her a betrothal gift of 288,000 dollars. Her husband ended up spending half a million on the wedding!"
"Your father and I still need money for retirement. Do you think we're going to throw another 500,000 on your wedding?"
Anthony’s expression darkened. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"I'm not asking you to touch your savings," he said, his voice controlled but firm. "But at least let me use the money I’ve worked for all these years."
At those words, Zora’s face twisted, her expression changing in an instant.
She parted her lips, ready to argue, but before a single word could leave her mouth, Oliver stepped in.
"Son, you know how hard it is to earn money," he said, his tone laced with reason. "How about this? Let’s go with your mother’s plan for now. If Aurelia has any objections, we can discuss it later."
"But—"