Betrothed to the Mafia heir

I watched my mom bring out the fancy utensils we had in the kitchen. She was wrapping them up, both the used ones and the brand new ones, all for sale.

"Mom, why do you keep selling most of what we've got here? I understand that things aren't really smooth right now, but we've been good. Why are you suddenly selling most of our stuff? Yesterday was our expensive chaise and now our kitchen stuff, including our oven."

I didn't even want to mention that she sold my dad's car last week. If she's so worried about our weekly feeding and all that, the money from the sale of my dad's car should already be enough!

This whole act was driving me crazy as our once cosy and furnished detached apartment turned scanty in the space of two weeks.

"Honey, things are getting worse by the day. We need money to feed and clothe ourselves more than we need these properties" my mom said after about a minute of snubbing me. I won't believe these tales anymore. The money she's gotten from most properties that she'd sold are enough to take care of our feeding and clothing for like three months! And meanwhile, she's been keeping that money in a big bag like it's not even for us. Then, a question struck me . I decided to ask.

"Mom, tell me the truth. I'm your daughter. "

She quivered at my statement, like she's anxious to hear my next lines.

"Are you owing anyone? You don't act like you're selling these properties for our needs. You seem to be selling them because you're owing someone a huge amount of money. Tell me, mom. Do you owe anybody?" I finally let it out. I looked at my mom, but her countenance had fallen as if to truly respond that she's indeed owing someone. And all of a sudden , her countenance changed again into a kind I can't explain.

"Yes. I'm owing myself....my health"...