?Chapter 1338:


    Just then, the sound of the door startled her. Mack stepped inside, his stride unsteady, his eyes restless as if searching for something. Ruby rushed toward him at once. “Mack, you’re finally home.”<fn834a> This update is avable on FιndＮovel</fn834a>


    A look at him left her stunned. Though it hadn’t been long since theirst meeting, he seemed like apletely different man.


    He was unshaven, withrge dark circles under his eyes. He had lost a lot of weight, and his demeanor was intimidating, almost hostile.


    “What happened to you? Why do you look like this? Are you sick? Come with me—I’ll take you to the hospital,” Ruby said.


    Mack shoved Ruby aside with irritation. “No need for that. Is there food or not? I’m starving.”


    The demand in his tone carried an authority that brooked no refusal.


    Ruby quickly pointed toward the table. “I just cooked.”


    Without bothering to wash his hands, Mack dropped into a chair and began stuffing food into his mouth.


    In no time, he had cleared the te Isabe had left behind.


    Then, he snatched Ruby’s te.


    Ruby said worriedly, “How long has it been since you’ve eaten properly? You shouldn’t let yourself starve like this. If you’re hungry,e home, and I’ll cook for you…”


    Though her chatter grated on him, Mack kept silent and continued eating. Only after half an hour, when his hunger was satisfied, did he lean back, pat his stomach, and say bluntly, “Mom, I’m broke. Give me some money.”


    The truth was, he had already burned through over a million on drugs, leaving himself penniless and behind on rent.


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    Ruby hesitated. She still had some savings set aside for her old age, but she didn’t want to hand it over to him.


    “I don’t have money lying around, Mack. What’s been going on with you? Why are you wasting time in those clubs?” Ruby’s voice trembled as she looked at the hardened expression on Mack’s face. This wasn’t the son she remembered—he had once been kind, capable, always smiling. How had he changed so much?


    “Give your money to me now!” Mack roared, and Ruby recoiled in fear.


    “I swear, I don’t have any money!” Ruby said, refusing to give in.


    In a sh, Mack yanked her forward, dug into her pocket, and pulled out her phone.


    “What are you doing?” Ruby realized something was wrong—Mack was likely about to transfer her money to himself. She desperately tried to grab her phone back.


    Mack shoved her aside and moved his fingers over the screen.


    Ruby staggered against the dining table. Pain shot through her lower back.


    “Hand my phone back right now!” she eximed.


    Reaching out for the phone proved impossible; every movement sent jolts of pain through her body, making her unable to move.


    Mack discovered one of Ruby’s bank ounts had fifty thousand dors and transferred the money to himself without hesitation.


    Fifty thousand would be enough for him tost a few days.


    After tossing the phone onto the table, he turned to leave. But then a sudden wave of difort hit him, like swarms of ants crawling beneath his skin. The sensation raced through him.


    His body copsed onto the floor, curling tightly in agony.


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