She even squeezed out a few tears. “His father passed away early, and I’ve raised him alone. This was my negligence. I’ll compensate you for the car, no matter what it costs. Even if I have to sell everything I own, I’ll make it right!”
She handed him a slip of paper with her phone number. “Here’s my number. Call me once you’ve calculated the damage.”
The man glanced at the note, then said flatly, “Let’s exchange numbers. It’ll be easier to stay in touch.”
My sister lit up instantly, whipped out her phone, and added him on the spot.
When she got home, she strutted in like a peacock. “See? He added me on WhatsApp. That proves he’s interested!”
Her smug grin made me want to laugh. “You do realize he just added you for payment details, right? And now we’re not just talking about a car—you blew up the road and hundreds of acres of crops. How are you going to pay for all that?”
My mother spun around and slapped me hard. “Shut up! You just can’t stand seeing your sister doing well!”
My sister smirked, rubbing her cheek like she was enjoying the drama. “Exactly. Talia, you’re jealous. I’m about to marry into a wealthy family—of course I can afford a few measly crops and a patch of road.”