Emma threw her hands up, frustration bubbling out. "Do you even hear me? This is fifty billion! Not fifty thousand—not even fifty million. This is huge! Do you even know what that means?"
Zane blinked slowly and looked up at her with unreadable eyes.
She clenched her jaw. "You're just sitting there like it's nothing. Like you're untouchable. But we are not untouchable! I don't have that kind of money. And you—" her voice cracked a little, "you don't either, Zane. Be honest with yourself. You don't."
Still, nothing.
She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to hold back the sudden rush of tears. "Do you know what happens when people can't pay this kind of money? Do you know how bad it gets?"
Zane gave no reaction. He wasn't arguing. He wasn't shouting. But that silence—it only made it worse.
Emma turned away from him, pressing her fingers against her temples. "This isn't about pride anymore. This isn't about who's right. This is about surviving this without losing everything."
