Chapter 1070
When Love Comes Late
âAmara, I need more money for investment.
Trust me, once this project takes off, youâll get a big return.
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Amara hesitated at Wilbertâs request, her expression shifting to one of embarrassment.
The truth was she had already exhausted the monthly allowance provided by Matthew on Wilbertâs previous requests.
Now, even her own expenses for the month were piled up.
Despite this, she was willing to support Wilbert.
Since she had crossed paths with Wilbert, she found a new source of comfort and support amid her loneliness.
Wilbert was exceptionally kind and attentive.
Beyond the considerate gestures in their daily interactions, he often cooked for her and gave her soothing massages.
These moments with him marked some of the happiest times in her life.
However, a shift occurred recently.
Wilbert started requesting money from Amara, citing work-related needs.
Trusting him implicitly, Amara gradually handed over the savings she had accumulated over the years to him without hesitation.
Despite her generosity, it seemed Wilbertâs demands only grew with time.
The frequency of his requests increased, as did the amounts he asked for.
Each time Wilbert approached her for more money, a part of Amara wanted to say no.
Yet, the thought of the warmth and affection he had brought into her life made it impossible for her to refuse him.
For the first time since Matthewâs birth, Amara felt she had fallen in love once again.
As Amara contemplated the situation, she rose to get a damp towel from the bathroom.
She helped Wilbert recline on the sofa and started wiping his face tenderly.
A wave of sadness washed over her as she thought about the sudden change in Wilbertâs attitude.
She didnât understand why he was so stressed.
Even if he didnât work at all, Matthewâs generous allowances were more than sufficient for both of them to lead a comfortable life.
After cleaning his face, Amara stood to leave.
But she suddenly felt a firm grip on her wrist.
âWhen will you give me the money?â Wilbert asked angrily.
âYouâre hurting me,â Amara said, attempting to free her hand, but Wilbertâs drunken strength was overpowering.
âWilbert, please, let go of my hand.
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âWhere is the money? When will you give it to me?â
âIâll find a way, but youâre asking for quite a Large sum.
I need some time to arrange it,â Amara replied helplessly.
Wilbert sat up abruptly.
âDonât you have a son? You are his mother.
Surely, itâs easy for you to get money from him.
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