Keira was taken aback. "Wenna, you're going to help people pick up their parcels? Why?"
"It's a way to make some cash," Wenna explained practically. "Just jot down that I'll charge 50 cents per parcel. I'm available at noon and 6 p.m. every day. And don't forget to include my WhatsApp number so anyone interested can contact me."
Keira instantly remembered that Morwenna was strapped for cash.
After all, she had taken up a job as a caregiver in the hospital because she needed the money. Hadn't she given Wenna a gemstone hair clip? Wasn't that enough?
Without hesitating, Keira immediately said, "Wenna, how much do you need? I can lend it to you... I mean, I'd like to help..."
Keira was careful not to wound Morwenna's pride, her voice faltering as if she was the one in need, rather than the one offering help.
Wenna chuckled, "I appreciate it, but I've already got a loan from my boyfriend. But you know, no matter the relationship, a loan is still a loan and needs to be paid back. Anyway, I have some free time around lunch and dinner, so I might as well make use of it to digest my meals."
Keira wanted to persuade her further but knew it would be futile. Once Wenna set her mind on something, nothing could sway her.
All she could do was help Morwenna post an ad on the school's online forum. And perhaps, find a way to give Morwenna something valuable.
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