Felicia nervously fiddled with the edge of her clothes without speaking.
I asked, "Do you need money? If you do, just ask. How much do you need?"
At my words, Felicia quickly glanced at me before speaking hesitantly, "I don't need money, but you do."
"I need money?" I repeated.
"William…" she said.
She grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Just listen to me once. Let's figure out how to pay back the 113 thousand dollars, okay? If you don't want the charity foundation to refund it, then we won't. We'll work together to earn the money back. If it gets tough, I can even do more live streaming. It's not our money. Let's just forget about it."
I almost choked when I heard that. So, she still thinks I stole that money.
I shook her hand off, feeling utterly frustrated. "So, you came here to work just to help me pay back the money?"
She nodded lightly.
I was at a loss for words. I couldn't even stay mad at her.
"Felicia, are you out of your mind? Think for a second! If I really stole that money, do you think I would spend it so recklessly? Would I take it to the stage and accept an award, hoping everyone would notice? Which thief acts like that? Am I just a fool in your eyes?"
She quickly shook her head. "No, I don't think that. I just thought that maybe you were forced into a corner and wanted to prove yourself, so you…"
"Would I steal the money and then donate it? I must be out of my mind!"
Felicia fell silent.
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