“The first thing Lora did after starting work was repay her debts. She worked all day and streamed at night, saving up enough to pay back every cent with interest. Not only did she pay the interest, she even gave each family an extra thousand dollars. And as her uncle, you even said the interest was too little back then!”
She pulled out photos from her phone, “Over the years, Lora has donated 14,000 dollars to repair the village roads and another 7,000 dollars to build a school. Do we need to go through all these accounts?”
The villagers looked at each other and some began to shrink back. Uncle Jackson opened his mouth, his face turning pale and then red.
The village chief’s daughter, Olive Brown, pushed through the crowd with a few young people. She crossed her arms and looked at me sideways. “Lora, it’s pointless to bring up these old accounts now. Back then, helping you was out of kindness. Isn’t it only natural that you give back to the villagers now? Besides, it was your own promise to help the villagers sell the mangoes for free. You can’t just go back on your word, can you?”
The young people behind her all nodded in agreement.