"Ah?... Well... still... still need three... three hundred thousand..." Anya lowered her head in embarrassment.
Three hundred thousand was an astronomical sum for her family. All their savings had been drained over the years, and they had borrowed heavily from relatives and friends—debts that remained unpaid.
Her father was critically ill, her mother couldn't work because she was caring for him, and Anya had just graduated without a stable job. The family had almost no income.
"Open your Bank transfer code." Harry reached out, taking Anya's hand naturally. "Anya, don't worry. The most important thing is your father's treatment. I have some money—you can use it for his care first."
"Brother Harry! Really... really?... You... you'd lend me money? Aren't you afraid we won't pay it back? We've borrowed so much already... If I take money from you... it might take years to repay..." Anya looked up at him in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief and emotion.
