Madelyn had a bad home life. In my previous life, I pitied her. I always lent her money and even had my parents take her in as their goddaughter.
Every time her dad beat or scolded her, she would cry to me, saying her dad was inhuman.
I always stood up for her. I even got slapped several times by her dad because of it.
But I never expected that in the end, Madelyn would repay my kindness with betrayal, leading to the destruction of my family.
I shook off her hand and exposed her dad's gambling debts. "You pay off your dad's debts yourself. My home isn't a shelter for refugees, and my mom won't keep lending you money," I said.
Over the past three years, Madelyn had secretly borrowed at least fifty thousand dollars from my mom behind my back. My mom kept it hidden from me.
Madelyn shrank into the blanket, not daring to say a word. "Claire, I was wrong," she muttered.
Every time we argued, she would always pretend to be understanding and apologize.
Then she would use my guilt to make even more demands.
I went home with my mom. She had a minor scratch on her arm. Luckily, she avoided a disaster in this life.