I did not say yes or no immediately. I asked for the financial statements, loan documents, and every guarantee connected to the three million dollars. My father bristled. My mother called that unnecessary. Ophelia finally slid a folder across the table. Within twenty minutes, the story changed completely. This was not a temporary “bridge loan.” Dad had guaranteed several debts tied to Ophelia’s failed firm, refinanced the townhouse, and poured more money into bad investments trying to recover earlier losses.
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