Seeing Alla sigh heavily, Maggie, on the contrary, didn't feel upset. Instead, she smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, it's just a small amount of money. I can earn it back by selling a few more bottles of wine."
But how could Alla not worry? She knew how Maggie had been earning money these years.
Relying on the tips she got from drinking with customers, bit by bit, slowly accumulated. Yes, she had recently become a manager and didn't have to drink anymore, but to earn back that money, she would still have to work late nights.
Alla was worried that Maggie's body wouldn't hold up, but Maggie looked carefree. "What you should be most concerned about now is the emotional issue between you, Ricky, and Casiano, not worrying about me."
"I've cut ties with both of them. Now only you are left by my side, of course, I only care about you."
"Don't worry, I have hands and feet. Whatever happens in the future, I can pull myself together."
