Lydia laughed dismissively, waving her hand in the air. “Zaiden, stop dreaming. You can’t afford the Moon Blue necklace even if you saved your pennies for a hundred years! Cynthia doesn’t need empty promises from a blind man.”
Her mocking laughter echoed in the car, joined by Cynthia’s mother, who added sarcastically, “Exactly! Cynthia deserves a real man who can give her what she needs, not someone who can’t even see the necklace, let alone buy it.”
Zaiden sat silently, his jaw clenched, but his resolve was unshaken. He turned toward Cynthia, his voice calm yet firm. “Don’t worry about it, Cynthia. I will take care of everything.”
Cynthia glanced at him, her expression softening with a hint of worry. “Zaiden, it’s really not necessary. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”
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