"Tiara, please don't blame this aunt of yours."
"I don't blame you, auntie. I know you have problems to solve too." Tiara nodded obediently.
"This apartment, as well as the bar, is in your name. When I get divorced, I don't know if he will give me a dime. But I still have you. We will never starve and suffer," said Rosa with a smile.
"Auntie…" Tiara's eyes turned red.
Her aunt had taken care of her and raised her since childhood. But she couldn't do anything for her aunt. And because of her, her uncle was going to divorce her aunt.
"It's late already. I'm so tired today. I want to take a shower and get some sleep," Rosa didn't say much.
Before going to bed, Tiara sent a message to Jenny.
Tiara : My aunt was kicked out of the house and my uncle might divorce her. All of this is my fault. I want to talk to my uncle tomorrow.
