The Wrong Woman

Eastville, known for its simplicity and natural beauty, was a thriving town nestled within a smaller city in Norvania.

It was where Sienna grew up, and life there was quieter and more affordable compared to bustling cities like Phoenicia, making it a popular choice for retirees.

Sienna's family resided in Eastville, and her mother, Shelly, owned a corner store in the local market.

After Sienna's father passed away, Shelly took charge of the family business by herself, with Sienna helping out occasionally. Felix never helped out at all. Instead, he often took money from Shelly. Sienna prepared dinner, packed it into a thermos, and headed to the corner store to deliver it to Shelly. Upon entering, she noticed Shelly discreetly wiping away tears.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Sienna hurriedly placed the thermos down and approached the checkout counter. She crouched beside Shelly and gently took her arms. "Why are you crying?"

Shelly swiftly brushed away her tears and forced a smile. "It's nothing, I wasn't crying."

"You're clearly lying," Sienna bluntly stated, her displeasure evident in her tone.

wasn't oblivious. It was clear that Shelly had been crying. Even when Sienna's father passed away, Shelly didn't cry

money and her tears were undoubtedly linked to financial concerns. Whether driven by a fear of poverty or rooted in insecurity, her fixation on wealth had become concerning. "Is Felix back to steal from you again?"

in her eyes, Shelly nodded. She opened the drawer and pulled out some loose change. "He took all the hundred-dollar bills. He's taken away several thousand. This is all that's left. I won't even have enough for the next

please have your dinner first. I'll go find him. Where

was meeting friends to talk about business and asked for money to buy them

her hands on the table

My son seems lost. "And just when my daughter was about to get married and receive wedding gifts... she found out her

feeling uncomfortable as she watched Shelly. It seemed like every time Shelly was upset, it revolved around money, and every time she was upset, she would cry sorrowfully. "Stop crying. I'll go find Felix,"

in town wasn't very convenient. Buses arrived only every half hour, and taxis were hard to come by often needing to be booked in advance through ride-hailing apps. The most convenient

electric scooter until she reached a bustling bar, a hotspot