"Holea's acting bold for someone who's basically a charity case."
Old Mrs. Yu straightened in her seat, her voice rising dramatically.
"If you don't do as I say, Holea," she declared, "I'll go on a hunger strike! I will not eat until you break up with that hooligan and accept the match I've arranged for you. You'll bring shame upon this family otherwise!"
Yu Holea laughed—a low, amused sound that carried no warmth.
"A hunger strike, Grandmother? How noble of you. But let me remind you…"
She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into a tone that cut through the room.
"If you don't back down and leave me alone, I'll make sure everyone sees this."
From her purse, she produced a crisp document and waved it in the air.
The elegant script at the top read, "Letter of Severance."
Old Mrs. Yu's eyes widened in shock, and a hush fell over the room.