Ah, at least that had been something. He frowned, but let Liam corral him toward a seat. Maybe as part of this new and wholly unfounded life he was attempting to start for himself, he should become an alcoholic. Drinking with Liam had always seemed to be a good place to start with that.
"Do you really think they'd lie to me about that? You know they're the ones that care about all of that anyway." She'd been of pedigree enough for them to consider her, and her parents were just as eager as his were to pair her off (although with Nora, it seemed to be more of a case of trying to forcibly settle her down). He crossed his arms over his chest as he sat, irritated, watching the way his brother moved. Jamie could be observant when he wanted to be, and he needed to figure out his brother's reaction.
When Liam asked him just how much money -- well, he almost couldn't answer. It wasn't as if he really remembered hastily writing the cheque in a fit of rage and irriation toward his parents...but he could give Liam an idea.
"How much money? More than mum and dad offered her to marry me even though she didn't love me, that's how much." Perhaps now Liam would understand just why he was so heartbroken over all of this. He'd always been a soft-hearted little boy, after all.