I answered slowly, my tone steady. "No."
She turned to look at me, her gaze complicated.
"I'm an adult," I continued as I walked on, my voice even. "I'm responsible for the things I've done."
"Responsible?"
"Don't you think the price was too high?"
"All because of one moment of impulse—you broke Cooper's leg!"
"And the result was seven years in prison, and losing your... fiancée."
"You've gone from being the heir of the Ramirez family to... this state."
Sheena didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear enough.
I remained silent, saying nothing.
The alley was quiet, filled only with the sound of rain and our footsteps.
My silence seemed to soften her.
She reached into her exquisite handbag and pulled out the bank card again, shoving it into my hand without asking.
"Take it."
"Stop being stubborn. I'm begging you, alright?"
I didn't take it.
The card slipped across my fingers and fell onto the damp ground.
She froze, bent down to pick it up, and pressed it into my hand again—this time with force.
"Charles, just look at yourself!"
"You eat at street stalls, wear faded old clothes, live in a tiny, leaky attic, and drive for over ten hours a day just to make a few coins!"