No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 653

Immediately, she whipped out her phone and provided me with a bank account number. Without a second's hesitation, I wired $60,000.

"I'll need a promissory note for that," I demanded, extending my hand.

They handed over the note, one of them quipping, "Didn't expect a rich lady like you to bail her out."

"I'm not just rich; I've got connections. Mess with her again, and you'll find yourselves too dead to spend that money," I warned them.

Sometimes, you've got to show your teeth. My words had the desired effect; their laughter died down. But as they were leaving, they couldn't resist a parting shot at Deborah, "With a sister like her, why would you need a payday loan?"

"Get lost!" I snapped.

They left, but Deborah was far from relieved. In fact, she was shaking all over.

"It's okay, they're gone," I said, pulling her into a hug.

That's when she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

I didn't try to stop her tears, understanding she had a lot bottled up inside.

Afterward, she took me into her rented shack. The sight of peeling wallpaper, a cramped bed, and leftover food piled on a rickety table hit me hard.

Deborah used to live so differently, not wealthy but comfortable, with a steady job and a carefree lifestyle.

And to think she ended up here because of some guy.

Holding her hand, I could feel the rough texture of her skin, etched with cuts and calluses from tough work.

Though life had pushed her to the brink, she hadn't chosen an easy way out. That brought me some solace.