Chapter 5 The Confrontation

Chapter 6: The Confrontation

Ngimanchi's expression turned icy and she took a step back, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you question me?" she spat, her voice low and venomous. "I've always been honest with you and this is how you repay me?"

I stood my ground, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm not trying to attack you, Ngimanchi," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But I need to know the truth. Is the money really going to your sister, or is there something else going on?"

Ngimanchi's face twisted in a mixture of anger and hurt. "You don't trust me?" she asked, her voice dripping with indignation. "After everything we've been through together you still don't trust me?"

I sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "It's not about trust, Ngimanchi," I said. "It's about understanding what's going on. I've given you a lot of money, and I need to know it's being used for the right purpose."

Ngimanchi's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, I thought she was going to open up to me. But then her face hardened again, and she turned away. "You don't understand anything," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

The atmosphere in the room became tense, and I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between us. I knew I had to push her to get to the truth, but I was also afraid of losing her trust forever.

"Ngimanchi, please," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "Just tell me the truth. What's going on with the money?"

Ngimanchi turned back to me, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You really want to know?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You really want to know the truth?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. "Yes, I do," I said, my voice firm.

Ngimanchi took a deep breath, and then she dropped the bombshell. "My sister isn't even sick," she said, her voice cold and detached. "I've been using the money for something else entirely."

My world came crashing down around me as I stared at Ngimanchi in shock. What was she using the money for? And how could she deceive me like this? The questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn't ask any of them. I was too stunned, too hurt, and too angry.