Chapter 228

His hands continued to move, adjusting the fruits, keeping himself occupied.“This fruit stand…” he gestured around him, “I only started it last week. While we wait for the crops to grow and be ready for harvest, at least we’ll have some kind of income.” He smiled faintly.“Mr. Romero lent us some money with interest, of course.”Cassie’s gaze drifted over the modest stand, then to the quiet, nearly empty road stretching beyond it. She could already imagine what this would become in a few weeks-struggle layered upon struggle.“How much interest did Mr. Romero give you?” she asked gently.The man brightened a little. “He usually charges fifteen percent,” he said, almost proudly.“But since we know each other, he lowered it to ten percent per month.”