I used to be kind to Monica because we both came from the same orphanage.
I was fortunate enough to be sponsored by a charity to go to college, while Monica decided not to go to college and started working instead.
We were always in the same city, so you could say we leaned on each other.
There was a time when, no matter how busy or tired I was, if she called for help, I'd rush over. Whatever she wanted, I'd buy it for her without hesitation.
In my heart, she was like a sister to me.
But people change. What I thought was family turned out to be a relationship filled with hidden agendas and deceit.
I disregarded Monica's growing frown, offering a nonchalant reply, "The company needs me right away. If I'm late, there'll be a penalty."
Hearing about the fine, Monica reluctantly agreed, "Alright then."
After all, I was basically her personal bank, and she was probably worried about losing her ATM.
Instead of heading back to the office after leaving the hospital, I went to my lawyer's office.
There, I retrieved records of the transfers I'd made to Monica over the years, amounting to 200 thousand dollars.