"Mom….no, it's the debt collector." Yara finally managed to make an excuse.
Mrs. Ozkan had known Yara's past life, living in a world of full of misery where she had to cover all her mother's debt. Dialing with the debt collector was a circle she could only cut off when she found her real family.
"What? Why do they still meddle with your life after we pay all your mother's debt?" Mrs. Ozkan's face redenned, burned with anger. She landed on one of the seats in the lobby angrily. "Leave it to me. I will take care everything for you."
"No, Mom…." Yara rejected while approaching her mother and taking an empty seat beside her. "It's a simple thing I can handle myself. Don't worry, Mom."
"Are you sure?" Her mother asked in doubt; her eyebrow raised.
"Trust me.." Yara's lips extended into
