No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 650

When Deborah called, I was in the bathroom, splashing water all over my face.

"Licia," her voice was so drained of energy, it barely sounded like her.

This wasn't the Deborah I knew, who used to talk like a firecracker, bursting with life.

Something had happened to her, but I knew it was her recent suicide attempt that had changed her so much. My heart ached for her. "If you hadn't called, I was about ready to storm over to your place."

"Licia, please don't. I'm okay," Deborah hurriedly tried to reassure me.

I tossed the paper towel I was using into the trash and leaned against the sink. "Then start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

There was a moment of silence before Deborah spoke, "Licia, I've lost everything, and I'm almost a million in debt."

As soon as she mentioned her boyfriend, I got it. She had been duped by him. "So, you tried to end it all? Your life isn't worth a million?"

"Licia, it's not just any debt. I've got student loans, credit cards, and... payday loans. If I can't pay, they harass me online. And they've even started threatening to go after my parents," her voice was laced with despair.

"Why didn't you call me?" As the words left my mouth, I remembered my phone had been broken at the time.

Maybe she did try to call.

If only she had gotten through. If only I could have lent her the money, maybe she wouldn't have tried to end her life.

But it was too late for what-ifs.

Thinking of her fleeing to a place miles away, I asked, "So, you're in Goldbridge trying to pay it all back?"

She just hummed in response, but I knew, with her basic education, she wouldn't land a high-paying job in a strange city. She couldn't possibly earn enough to make a dent in her debt.

Stubborn girl!

I couldn't just stand by and watch her suffer. I decided to fly to Goldbridge and find her myself.

But before that, I needed to see her boyfriend, John Hudson.

The fact that he shared my last name felt like an insult.

Thanks to Dustin's heads-up, meeting him was easy. He had a buzz cut, clean-cut features, not exactly a heartthrob but he had a wholesome look about him.

But you can't judge a book by its cover. He might look squeaky clean on the surface, but inside, he was just pure filth.

"Ms. Hudson, what can I do for you?" John recognized me immediately.