CHAPTER 246
Ray finally made it back to his room and proceeded to collapse onto his bed as a sharp ache of regret raged in his chest.
He glanced at his watch again for the umpteenth time since he had departed from Trisha and Chloe's dorm, the numerical display mocking his newfound poverty.
His family had never been particularly well-to-do.
Before his father had perished in the war, he had managed to secure a modest house for them to live in with a few remaining credits in his account.
However, it had been years since his father lost his life, and that safety net was rapidly dwindling.
His mother had been forced to take up multiple jobs just to keep the household running.
They were perpetually forced to manage their resources with extreme care.
They barely ate meat—it was a luxury they enjoyed only on rare occasions.
Good clothes that could make their peers jealous?
Ha… they had none.
