Uproar

"Didn't I already tell you? Elice doesn't love you. She came to you because she wanted your money. She's only after your wealth, Ariel. And you don't believe what I say? Huh?! Love? Hahaha."

At the dining table, where life should be as smooth as the food served there, Farrah was seen slamming a photo. Right next to Ariel's plate. Pausing his breakfast, the sight caused Ariel's focus to shift. To that portrait.

Ariel picked up the photo with shaking hands. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw. Farrah chuckled and crossed her arms.

"Isn't that proof enough for you?" Farrah taunted her son. "Isn't this reason enough for you to open your eyes, Ariel? Oh my God! I told you repeatedly. Elice is just after your money. She's just liked any other common woman. Getting close to a rich man to secure her life."

Ariel struggled to swallow. He shook his head, either trying to reject his mother's words or refusing to acknowledge the scene in the photo.

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