Chapter 87

Summer was downright disgusted upon listening to what Amara said. She found it awfully repulsive and said, “I am NOT Mark’s wife, nor do I have any money. She is the one who owes you money, you can do whatever you want with her!”

“Summer Hart!” Amara shouted.

Summer acted as though she did not hear her and gently patted Daisy’s shoulder, ignoring the cries from Amara.

The group of men shared glances among one another and scoffed. They puffed out a mouth of cigarette smoke and said, “We will act according to our prior agreement, if you fail to return the money, you’ll lose your fingers.”

“Mom, Dad! They’re serious. They will certainly cut my fingers off. Please save me! I swear I will change! I swear by it!” cried Amara.

Disappointed to the core, Summer’s parents couldn’t bring themselves to speak to Amara.

“Cut the yapping off with her fingers!”

The sharp-edged knife got Amara’s full attention as it inched closer to her. Her face turned as white as a sheet; her body trembled