He thought my anger was mere jealousy, just like before.
But today, the reality was clearer than ever.
He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Yara, my patience with you is limited. Think carefully before you speak."
"Don't forget, you begged for this on your knees! If you miss this chance, you won't get another!"
"It was your mother's last wish to see you marry me. Is that not her wish anymore? Are you honoring her memory?"
I lifted my eyes, laced with sarcasm. "When did you have patience with me? I've thought it through. Thank you for your generosity. My mother and I don't deserve it. Leave the wedding for those who need it."
I glanced at Cindy with a sneer.
Eason's eyes narrowed, sensing my defiance, and he spoke cautiously.
"Not worthy? Or are you afraid someone will find out your mother's terminal illness is fake?"
"I know it was wrong for me to miss the wedding. I've already arranged for a specialist to consult with your mother about her condition. Why are you refusing the wedding now? What terminal illness are you afraid will be exposed?"
His words froze my blood. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles shook.