Fatima kept complaining.
Mr. and Mrs. Patel listened, their brows furrowing deeper with every word.
Four hundred and eighty thousand dollars might not be much for the Patel family, but for ordinary people, it was a fortune.
"Ralph, what's this about?" Mrs. Patel asked, her voice sounding suspicious as she looked at her son.
"You should ask Fatima what she did," Ralph replied, clearly annoyed. "She told Rachel to pick any dress in the store, and she'd pay for it. Rachel chose one worth four hundred and eighty thousand dollars. I was just cleaning up Fatima's mess."
"She picks, and you just give it to her?" Fatima retorted, just as annoyed. "Brother, why don't you admit that you still have feelings for Rachel?"
"I was saving your neck!" Ralph was so frustrated he almost wanted to slap his sister again.
Fatima fumed. "Rachel can't do anything to me! Brother, you're being ridiculous."
