Ara’s POV
"Good evening," I force a strained smile, alarm bells ringing in my head, yet I calmly step aside a bit, maintaining a certain distance from him.
"I'm surprised to see you here," he speaks slowly, each word seemingly carefully crafted, carrying a weight and pressure that can't be ignored. "About your father's debt... do you know how much he owes me?"
His words drop like a cold stone into the calm lake of my heart, sending ripples across it.
"I don't know," I reply, my voice trembling slightly.
"I thought so," he nods. "Your father's situation isn't looking good." He continues, his tone laced with a mixture of regret and expectation. "But I can help you. Eliminating his debt isn't difficult for me."
A shock runs through me as I look at him. His attitude seems to suggest a lu
