I hurried forward, tugging at Brent's sleeve as I urged him on.
"Brent, Mom's right. This is all our property now—of course we should keep it ourselves. It'll be much more convenient when we need it."
I gave his arm another nudge. "Go on, check if the cash and gold are all there. If everything's in order, we should take it home. It's not safe leaving it at the hospital."
Brent glanced at the withdrawal slip, then flipped through the stack of cash with undisguised relish. As for the gold jewelry they'd given as betrothal gifts, he barely looked before nodding.
"Yes, it's all here. Perfect! Thank you so much for going to all this trouble."
With a lovesick only daughter like me—their family's sole heir—ready to be devoured, why would they bother fighting over a measly $620,000 settlement?
I suggested that our whole family escort his mother home to deliver the dowry and betrothal gifts together, recording the entire process as before.
Marilyn nodded eagerly, her face splitting into a grin so wide it looked painful.
Only when I watched her lock the million dollars in cash and 520 grams of gold into the safe with my own eyes did I finally let out a quiet breath of relief.