"It's already signed, don't tell me you're re..."

"Don't flatter yourself," I interrupted indifferently.

"I'm just admiring you, a mama's boy, for the first time being so straightforward."

After moving out, I got a credit card and rented a room.

Once everything was settled, I started looking through job listings.

I haven't worked for many years and I don't have any special skills.

I thought about starting as a cleaner, but even the cleaning ladies they were hiring required work experience.

I looked until it was dark, but I couldn't find a suitable job.

My stomach was rumbling.

I thought this wasn't urgent, so I might as well eat first.

Unexpectedly, I ran into my former neighbor, Mr. Wood, at the spaghetti shop.

"I remember once when I was on a business trip, my mother suddenly fell ill. You and your wife sent her to the hospital."

"I've always been grateful."

"Neighbors should help each other out."

He asked me what industry I was in.

I felt a bit embarrassed.

"I've been a housewife for many years, apart from tidying up the house and cooking, I haven't been looking for work."

"Today I've been looking at job ads for a long time and haven't found anything suitable."

He paused with his spaghetti.

"I just opened a nursing home, I wonder if you would be interested in helping out."

I thought I didn't know anything and didn't want to bother him, so I hesitated.

"Don't overthink it. If you feel stressed, you can start as an intern, starting as a caregiver. I can provide meals and accommodation."

Seeing that I was still hesitant, he added.

"Or I'm planning to hire a batch of new people in the next few days. We know each other well, and I trust you. I hope you can give it a try."

He looked sincere.

I was short on cash, and jobs were hard to find.

So I agreed.

That night, Aarav called, sounding frantic.

"Did you take my bank card?"

"I'm going to order equipment and rent a venue tomorrow. Taking it now is like asking for my life, isn't it?"

"I give you an hour to bring it back to me, do you hear me? Or I'm calling the police."

I was brushing my teeth and didn't take him seriously. I retorted.

"Call them, call them right now. Whoever doesn't call is a coward."

After saying that, I hung up the phone fearlessly.

He thought he could scare me.

But what I didn't expect was that he really did call the police.

5

This was the first time I had been to a police station late at night.