Not My Family
Still, I managed to catch fragments of what he said, such as quota and deposit.
After hanging up, he pointed at my face. “Don’t go anywhere. When I come back, you’re getting this loan, whether you like it or not.”
With that, he grabbed Mom and left in a hurry.
A few minutes passed, and once I was sure they weren’t coming back, the tension in my body finally eased. I immediately changed the request and printed out all my bank statements from the past few years. Eight out of every ten transfers were to Mom, and thankfully, every single transfer had a note describing its purpose.