His mother and little sister got into the car. Timothy on the other hand stayed outside for a moment, watching the lenders go and once they were at a far distance, he got into the driver's seat.
The moment he closed the door, his mother asked.
"Timothy… how did you have this car? And you just gave them fifty thousand pesos. Where are you getting all of this money? Are you doing illegal things? Is it drugs? Oh please, Timothy, you have a bright future ahead—don't waste your—"
"Mom, it's not drugs," Timothy had to interrupt.
Evelyn blinked, her hands twisting the hem of her apron, her worry etched deep in her face. Angela, seated in the back, leaned forward, eyes wide.
"Then what is it?" Evelyn pressed, her voice breaking slightly. "Because no student, no boy your age, suddenly pulls money out like that. If you're hiding something dangerous from me, I'd rather know than watch you throw your life away."
