"Isn't your husband Julian? Doesn't he give you an allowance?"
Sophia asked casually.
All eyes turned to Melanie, filled with curiosity and amusement. Her face turned red, then pale. Her nails dug into her palm.
Sensing something was off, a classmate asked, "Melanie, is it true that you—"
"Enough!" Melanie snapped, her voice shrill with frustration. "I don't have that much money in my account right now. I just called Julian, but he's busy and didn't pick up."
She made up an excuse to brush it off.
The group exchanged knowing looks.
Vanessa, always quick to defend Melanie, stepped in. "Sophia, do you really have to be so aggressive? As if Melanie would ever try to skip the bill."
The server, still waiting for payment, reminded them again, "Excuse me, who's settling the bill?"
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