A red-faced uncle—drunk enough that his neck had flushed crimson—grabbed Greg Fox by the arm and let out an ugly laugh.
"Well, well. The Fox family really does welcome all comers, huh? Even a son-in-law who's been around the block a few hundred times."
"You were bragging to me about how impressive your future son-in-law was—studying abroad on his own, refusing your money even when you offered."
"Turns out he just had to lie back and spread his legs to rake in foreign cash. No wonder he didn't want your pocket change."
Greg trembled from head to toe, his face burning so hot it looked ready to catch fire.
Greg Fox had been a respectable intellectual his entire life. He'd probably never been publicly humiliated like this before.
"David, I know long-distance relationships are hard, but you can't just—"
I knew words alone wouldn't clear my name.
So I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
I'd only pressed the first two digits when Dora snatched the phone from my hand.
"Don't make a scene on our big day. I said I believe you, isn't that enough?"
"The engagement ceremony starts soon. Calling the police over something this trivial? That's bad luck."