Brenda's composure finally cracked. "I was wrong! I was foolish! You're perfect for my son...he'll see that too!"
Ivy clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"Now that sounds desperate, Aunt. Just a moment ago, you said we were bluffing, and now you're begging us to stay? How quickly your heart changes when food is involved."
The faint smirk tugging at Ember's lips deepened.
"If we truly meant to deceive you, Aunt Brenda, we wouldn't have brought this much rice. But since you don't believe us... We'll just leave it at that."
Brenda lunged forward, clutching Ember's sleeve, her pride long forgotten.
"Please! I'll agree...no, I'll insist on this marriage! You don't have to wait for Jay to come back; I'll prepare everything!"
Ember gently freed her sleeve, her smile serene but distant.
"There's no need to rush. After all, your son should have a say too, right?"
