Camellia felt her heart racing as Amy approached the door, a heavy unease clinging to her chest.
Noticing her tension, Amy glanced back with a small, reassuring smile before pulling the door open. On the other side stood an angry-looking woman.
“When do you intend to repay me? Do you plan on living in my house without paying for the rest of your life?” the woman demanded harshly.
“Ma’am Jane, I assure you I’ll repay you soon,” Amy replied calmly.
But the woman’s expression twisted into a scowl. Her eyes narrowed, full of contempt. “Do I look like I run a charity here? You’d better settle your debt quickly, or I’ll have no choice but to kick you out.” With one last piercing glare, she stormed off.
Amy shut the door, letting out a sigh of relief before walking back to sit beside Camelli
