"Really, Amara," Seb said, looking at her lazily. Was she doing all this because she still cared about him and was still hurt? Seb wondered.
Amara didn't look relieved by his fake apology. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a heavy stack of documents.
"Not at all," she said, her voice like ice. "Ever since Seren was little, I was the one who took her to the doctor. I bought her the best clothes. I hired a world-class piano teacher. Every cent came out of my pocket, not yours."
She stepped forward and shoved the pile of receipts directly into Seb's chest. "It's a total of 30 million. Please pay me back in full, Mr. Creed."
The room erupted into frantic whispering. Their mates who had just been calling Amara wicked were now staring at the receipts in shock.
"Wait... so Seren won first place because of the teacher Amara hired?" one old friend whispered.
