Chapter 50 Ash Wanted To Handle Things Differently

"Why do you ask?" I inquired, trying to stay polite. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring at me with an annoyed expression. "Can’t even pay a debt, yet when something happens, I’m the one the police chase and interrogate? What kind of stupidity is that, right?" Her words made my eyes widen. Does this mean she’s the wealthy woman my neighbors said came to our house? How does she have the nerve to show up here? "Poor people really have no shame," she added, making me lose all my patience. She’s someone who seems to have nothing better to do than belittle other people's lives. "Don’t you think I should be the one saying that to you?" I said, mimicking her tone. "You’ve got some nerve showing up here. Don’t you see what you did to my mom?" I dropped all my politeness. She doesn’t deserve them—talking to her felt like speaking to a demon. "Your mother is just pretending so she doesn't have to pay.” She pushed me aside to peek into my mom's room. "Does she