Joaquin leaned against the car door, studying Yehua’s side profile.
She wasn’t as striking as Aitana, nor did she have her luck, but she wasn’t unattractive either. In fact, they looked quite compatible together.
“Yehua,” Joaquin said softly, “from now on, live for yourself. Save your salary. You’re not a kid anymore. When you get married, if you don’t have any savings, life will be tough.”
He sighed before continuing, “It’s fine to support your parents, but your brothers aren’t your responsibility. Don’t feel obligated to take care of them.”
Yehua didn’t respond. She just glanced at him briefly, her eyes lingering on his car, then turned her gaze away in silence.
Joaquin kept talking, his tone a mix of frustration and care.
“You work so hard, and you still live frugally. The moment your mom calls, you send her your entire paycheck. If that’s not enough, you borrow money from me or from your coworkers.”