บท 38: ~Hellbound~

My dad's gaze never wavered as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of a difficult truth. "I have to sell our home," he said, the words resonating like a heavy tolling bell in the silence that followed.

"It's a huge amount of money. Everything has to be sold. Otherwise, we won't be able to do anything." My dad's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud of inevitability. The weight of the situation settled on my shoulders, and the reality of our circumstances pressed down on me like a suffocating weight.

I looked at him, my heart aching at the distress that marked his features. The home we had cherished, the life we had known—it was all slipping through our fingers, sacrificed to the demands of an insurmountable debt.

"Dad," I called out to him softly, my voice carrying a mixture of sadness and determination.