"If you can't pay the rent by next week, get out!"
A shrill voice pierced the air suddenly, causing the pedestrians on the street to glance over before quickly returning to their normal lives.
Such scenes had long since ceased to surprise them.
A plump woman with big, wavy curls and heavy makeup sashayed out of the room, tossing One Shilling into her purse while rolling her eyes at the woman behind her, clutching a boy.
Pitiful?
Who would pity her if they didn't pity this mother and child?
She made her living by renting out apartments, not running a charity. If everyone failed to pay rent and stayed for free, would she be left to eat the northwest wind?
Though she spoke this way, the plump woman had already granted the mother and son a few days' grace; this was the limit of her kindness.
In this dog-eat-dog world, the kind-hearted were always the first to be devoured.