If you want to prove yourself, you have to do it on your own. Reaching out to ask me for money, is that your way of proving yourself?
Viola Harris thought, but she didn't say it out loud.
"How much do you need?" she asked.
"Give me two hundred thousand," James Harris replied. "When I make it back, I'll pay you double and settle all past debts."
Those words were as good as a blank check. Viola Harris didn't expose him, merely said, "I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."
Two hundred thousand wasn't much to her now.
"But there's something I really shouldn't say but must. You've only been married to your wife for just over two years, and Milo is still young. Socializing is one thing, but don't turn it into something real. And as for your wife, no grudges should last overnight between married couples. Buy some gifts tomorrow and apologize to her; let this matter pass."
James Harris didn't respond to this, the sweet face of Effie Wilson flashed in his mind.
