That question was — it was funny, okay. People lived in literal slums in some places, unable to wash for days or weeks, begging on the streets or harassing passersby. Others lived in rundown, boxlike apartments, overrun with pests despite their best efforts to keep clean. The fortunate lived in houses with space and good community sanitation, or luxury highrises. Liv knew people in all these classes.
And then there was Liv, who had an entire estate all to herself and the workers who lived on the grounds, well off enough to pluck an angry man off the street and house him in her guest house. Whose very existence dripped of elite old money despite her best efforts to not flaunt it much.
And this lady who called herself her aunt was so out of touch, perhaps even so old, that she could not see that.
"Yeah, I have enough," she huffed a little, insecure about it as always. She hated the wealth, honestly, always looking for some opportunity to give it away.