“Chloe, do you have any money left? Your brother’s business is struggling, and we need to pay for Finn’s class. Can you help out?” It was my mom.
“Mom, didn’t I just send you five thousand a while ago? Why do you need money again so soon?” I frowned, tightening my grip on the phone.
“That was for Finn’s tutoring classes! It’s not the same! Why are you so clueless? Hurry up and transfer the money; the teacher is waiting!”
“Did my brother gamble again...?” I barely finished the question before my mom hung up, immediately messaging me to transfer the money.
Thinking of what Margaret said earlier, I felt my heart sinking.
“Mom, I don’t have any money left. This month, Jacob just gave me some, and I sent it to you. The finances aren’t my responsibility – ask my brother to figure something out.”
Less than two minutes later, I got a message: [If you don’t have money, just ask Jacob for some! Why are you whining to me about being broke? Is it my fault I raised you?]
I sighed as I read the message, then transferred my last five thousand.