Three men entered.
Not loud. Not chaotic.
But dangerous.
They came for the money.
Ethan panicked, pointing at me, trying to shift the blame.
I stepped forward calmly.
“I am not responsible for his debt,” I said.
I handed them legal proof.
They turned back to him.
And just like that—he was alone.
I walked out without looking back.
Behind me, chaos erupted.
