A single mother pretends to be broke so she can find a good-hearted father figure for her daughter, testing suitors by hiding her true circumstances. Most men walk away once they think she has nothing—but a humble deliveryman stays, and their unlikely bond grows into something real.
Mom pointed at herself, as if she hadn't quite understood. All of it? Yes. Uncle Noah nodded.
Our family runs on the wife's rules. We're getting married. What's mine will be yours anyway, so I might as well give it to you now. Uncle Noah was completely serious. You'll handle the household expenses from now on too. Mom fell silent and stared straight at him. Uncle Noah's face turned red under her gaze, and he quickly lowered his head.
Elena, I know, this may not seem like much to you, but this is everything I've worked hard to save over the I'll work even harder and take on more side jobs. I won't let you or Lily Curious, I watched as Uncle Noah opened his banking app and showed us his balance. I counted the numbers on my fingers.
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand? For Mom, it wasn't much. But this was everything Uncle Noah had. Mom gripped the card tightly, looking much more serious than before. Since you've been honest with me, I won't hide anything from you either.
Uncle Noah looked up. What is it? Mom spoke slowly and clearly. After Moretti Hardships went bankrupt, our house and cars were seized,
and we still owe the bank hundreds of thousands of dollars. So I'm actually worse off than having nothing. If we get married, that debt could drag you down with me. The room fell silent. I blinked.
I knew Mom was testing Uncle Noah again. Sure enough, Uncle Noah looked troubled. How much do you owe? Mom casually made up a number. $700,000.
$700,000?