Chapter 43: Dignity? Do You Even Deserve That?

Wendy's heart missed a beat. "Is he still alive?"

Hanson turned to look at her. The scent of her hair was slowly filling up his senses instead of the moldy stench that permeated the basement.

When she did not get a response from him, Wendy grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt and asked anxiously, "Is he dead?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her hands that were holding onto his shirt, and he knitted his brows.

In the past, she had often tugged on his shirt endearingly whenever they were around each other.

As she noticed his gaze, Wendy quickly let go of his shirt and took two steps backwards.

Hanson looked up at her with a frosty expression. "Ryan, that idiot has ran up an enormous debt after he's borrowed some money from an usurer. He only has himself to blame for the fate that's to befall him." 

Wendy was in a state of shock. "He's ran up an enormous debt?

"I know about Ryan's bad habits.