There were always some who scorned you when you were poor and feared you when you were rich.
Sylvia couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped to her feet and shouted, "Whitney, what are you doing? Fine! So the dowry was short 80 thousand dollars. I'll make it up to you! But do you have to insult us just because you come from a wealthy family?
"That was just me speaking out of anger. After all, you were so arrogant in our house before!
"Besides, what did I say that was wrong? After all, once you're married, what your parents own belongs to the two of you. So what if I said something about taking your family's inheritance? Don't make it sound so bad."
Then, she dropped to the floor, rolling around and wailing, putting on an exaggerated display of victimhood. She cried about how hard her life had been, how she had always been kind to me, only to be humiliated in public.
I had never seen anyone twist the truth so shamelessly in my life. Even Shane couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and spoke with biting sarcasm.
"Well, Marco, you cannot even come up with such a small amount, and yet you want to marry Whitney? What, do you plan to have her begging on the streets after you get married? Shameless!" Shane retorted.
That comment pushed Marco's mother over the edge. She had always regarded Marco as a golden child, who had never been insulted like this before.
She jumped up and pointed her finger right in Shane's face, shouting, "You little brat! How dare you speak to your future brother-in-law like that? Didn't your family teach you any manners?
"And what right do you, an outsider, have to meddle in our family matters? Don't think for a second that you'll get a cut of our family's wealth! No way!
"I've seen plenty of jealous people like you. You disgust me!"
Shane, who was arrogant, was unwilling to tolerate such insults, seemed ready to fight.
Sensing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Marco was afraid that this spectacle would ruin his reputation in front of both his relatives and his leader.
He had to force a smile and rushed to ask his father to pull his mother away, trying to defuse the situation.
"Sweetheart, let's just finish the ceremony first. I promise, once we're off the stage, I'll transfer that money to you. Please, my leader is watching, and if you keep making a scene, I might lose my job. You wouldn't want that, right? It wouldn't be fair."