Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 606 Emin checked the caller ID and his face changed at once. He hurried to answer. "Hello? Honey, what happened at home?" It was his wife. His expression told me something was very wrong, | frowned. A moment later, his face drained of color. His voice shook. " Honey, I'm coming home right now. Don't be scared. I'm on my way. Put those people on the phone. They shouldn't bully a woman." He hung up, stunned as if struck by lightning. "What happened to your family?" | asked while already opening the ride-hailing app. His eyes reddened. "I borrowed money for my wife's treatment.

They said the due date was still far off, but now they sent underground collectors. They're inside my house. My wife is. alone. And I..." His voice cracked. | understood enough. | grabbed his arm and rushed with him toward the car that had just pulled up. "Come on. I'm going with ---- you. Tell me your address." "T-Thank you, Mr. Grimwald!" With his directions, we reached the old run-down neighborhood where he lived. It was remote and shabby.

The moment the car stopped, Emin jumped out and sprinted into the building | threw money at the driver and chased after him, but even with the speed | had back when | worked as a firefighter, | still struggled to keep up. Thankfully, his place was on the first floor. The moment | stepped into the hallway, | saw the door hanging open. Someone had sprayed PAY UP across it in red paint. "Illegal debt collectors." My chest tightened, and I rushed inside. The small apartment had been torn apart. Furniture lay overturned. Cabinets stood empty.

They had searched everything, Asick, frail woman lay on the bed. Emin stood in front of her, shielding her, his glare fixed on the collectors. ---- Each one looked like trouble, covered in tattoos and cheap gold chains, and at least two had butterfly knives clipped at their waists. The place was poor, with almost nothing worth stealing, yet they had ransacked it anyway. "Dear, they snapped the lock and broke in," his wife said through tears. "They said if we don't pay, they will take my cornea." She looked like an honest, hardworking middle-aged woman, now pale with fear. "Don't be scared.

I'm here." Emin's voice shook with anger and heartache. He turned on the collectors. "You're trespassing. The deadline is not even here. You break in, threaten my wife, and talk about taking her cornea. That's a crime." The collectors scoffed. "You know the law? Do you know that refusing to pay a debt is also against the law?" "Your creditor changed his mind. He wants his money now. What's wrong with that?" Emin's face twisted. "But I don't have the money yet. We signed a contract. You can't do this." ---- He was furious, but guilt dragged at him. The debt was real.

He had nowhere to place his anger. "No money? Do you think we're idiots?" the leader said with a snort. He raised an arm to reveal a full dragon tattoo and leaned forward like a threat given form. "Emin, don't think we're clueless. Your account received 6,000 dollars today. Pay up."