Ray opened his mouth to protest, but Es wasn’t done. "And you, Mr. Scientist," she snapped, turning to Jay, "do you have any idea how much it costs to fix your lab every ti you burn it down? Because I sure do. I’m the one who ends up scrubbing the floors and replacing the equipnt. So, tell , how does the money for this diamond ring, which is practically a drop in the ocean, even register as a crisis?"
Jay shifted uncomfortably, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he struggled to find a coback. Es wasn’t finished with him yet.
"And you, Mr. Kai," she continued, her voice rising with each word, "do you have any clue how much it costs every ti you lose your temper and break a client’s arm? Who do you think has to settle those disputes? Spoiler alert: it’s always !"
Kai squird in his seat, the weight of her words settling heavily on him. He opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it, recognizing the truth in her statent.
"Lastly, we have Rayan," Es declared, finally fixing her gaze on the quietest brother. "Mr. Silent Treatnt, do you think your precious dicines co for free? All those exotic treatnts and rare herbs you insist on using? You think they magically appear every ti you need them?"
Rayan flinched, the harshness of her words hitting him squarely in the chest. The room grew thick with tension as Es’s frustration hung heavily in the air, each brother feeling the sting of her truth.
"You all," she asserted, her voice a mix of incredulity and anger, "spend millions every day! And now you’re sitting here acting like a few thousand yen for a diamond ring is a crisis? Are you even listening to yourselves?"
Silence enveloped the room, her words echoing painfully in their minds. The brothers exchanged uneasy glances, the absurdity of their concerns dawning on them. They had let their privilege blind them to the larger picture, and now they were facing the consequences of their ridiculousness.
"I’m exhausted," Es said finally, her tone softening, though the fire in her voice lingered. "I’ve been working all day, and all I wanted was a single night of peace and quiet. And yet here you are, telling that this—" she gestured emphatically, "this is what constitutes a crisis?"
The weight of her disappointnt hung heavily in the air, suffocating them. Each brother felt a mix of sha and understanding as they recognized how they had taken her strength and patience for granted.
"I don’t need to manage your finances on top of everything else I do," Es added, her voice dropping to a weary whisper, "so figure it out. I’m going to bed."
As she turned to leave, the brothers exchanged guilty looks, the reality of their folly sinking in.
The Aron brothers exchanged frantic glances, their hearts racing as they realized their plan was teetering on the edge of disaster. They couldn’t let Es leave the room—not now. If she stepped out, everything they had orchestrated would unravel, and they would lose the precious chance to make things right. Jay, feeling the tension mount, hurriedly reached out and grasped her shoulder, his voice shifting to a soothing tone. "Wife, you must be tired. Let give you a massage."
Es turned sharply, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Jay. "What did you break?" she demanded, suspicion weaving through her words like a thread of tension.
Caught off guard, Jay froze for a mont, the corners of his mouth twitching nervously as guilt flickered in his gaze. "What do you an, ’what did I break’? I didn’t break anything," he stamred, his tone a blend of innocence and unease.
"Okay," she replied, skepticism lacing her voice. She pivoted to face the other brothers, who were seated in a semi-circle, their expressions betraying a mix of anxiety and anticipation. "Then tell , what did you guys do? Did you break my watch?"
The brothers exchanged panicked looks before shaking their heads in unison. "No," they chorused, their denial too quick, too practiced.
Es’s brow furrowed, her patience waning as she pressed on. "Did you break my alarm clock that I put on the bedside table?"
Again, they denied it, shaking their heads, the weight of their shared secret pressing heavily upon them.
"Did you burn my clothes?" Es’s voice rose, the accusation hanging in the air, and this ti, they shook their heads with increased urgency, their faces a mix of horror and dread.
"Okay, then I’m going to check my clothes," Es declared, determination flashing in her eyes as she pushed her chair back to stand.
But Jay, sensing the impending disaster, tightened his grip on her shoulders, desperation creeping into his voice. "Es, wait—"
With a flicker of golden light igniting in her eyes, Es stood up resolutely, breaking free from his grasp. She began to walk purposefully toward her room, Jay stumbling over himself to keep pace. "Wait, where are you going? Why don’t you just—hey, hey!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the confined space as the brothers scrambled to follow her.
As Es approached her room, a knot of dread ford in her stomach, anticipation and anxiety swirling within her. "What’s going on?" she muttered, a whisper of fear threading through her words. Jay, trying to keep up, blurted out, "I said nothing! I an, you know, I was weak, but I just—"
He pushed the door open, and as Es stepped inside, her heart raced at the sight before her. The room had been transford into a whimsical wonderland. Balloons in vibrant hues floated lazily in the air, their cheerful colors contrasting with the soft pastels of the walls.
Strears draped across the ceiling like cascading ribbons, creating a festive ambiance that felt almost surreal.
A table was set with an array of treats—delicate pastries, colorful cupcakes topped with swirls of frosting, and her favorite snacks arranged artfully like a work of art.
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