"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 ...