Her voice was calm, almost helpful, but the subtle amusement in her tone revealed the truth: she was toying with Silvia.
Hera knew exactly what she was doing. Silvia might be pampered like a princess, but she didn't have the financial freedom to back it up. She didn't even own a black card, and her allowance was strictly controlled, just enough to maintain the illusion that she was the Avery heiress.
A million a month might sound grand, but Silvia burned through it like water, splurging on luxury and status instead of investing wisely. If she'd used her money properly, she could have built something of her own by now. But vanity had always been her downfall.
The reason Silvia was given such a large allowance wasn't just to maintain the illusion of her being the Avery heiress; it was also because Old Master Avery hoped she would eventually wise up and use the money to invest, build her own income stream, and secure her future.
After all, he couldn't support her forever.
