Zora froze for a moment, her face twisting with surprise before she let out a couple of awkward laughs.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her tone a little too casual.
"I see… Well, it’s up to you two. If you want a wedding, then have one. But as for the betrothal money, let’s just skip it. When the baby’s born, I’ll spend that money on the child anyway. No matter how you look at it, it’s still going to be for your family."
What a clever scheme. It was so smooth and subtle.
I feigned surprise, coughing as if I had choked, quickly waving my hands in mock panic.
"Auntie… That’s not how traditions work. The betrothal money goes to my parents, not to me and certainly not to my child."
Zora’s face darkened in an instant.
I couldn’t help but feel a flash of amusement. I pressed on, my voice steady but pointed.
"Isn’t it the same in your family? I heard from Anthony that when Amelia got married, her betrothal gift of 288,000 dollars went straight to you."
The room froze.
A heavy silence fell over the table and the shock was written all over their faces.
Satisfaction curled in my chest. I was no pushover.