James frowned, looking around at the old residential areas, it was very remote, and the surrounding environment looked quite poor, it didn't look like a good place.

A wave of pity rushed through him, Hope in order to treat Remus with extended care, ran out of all her savings. The hospital gave him free treatment at first, but after a year of no response or sign of recovering. They suggested pulling him off life support to make space for more patients. Hope fought long and hard, and after a sympathetic doctor allowed Remus to stay, but the hospital was only able to pay a third of the treatment. With the hospital bed, the various treatments, and general living expenses. Hope's savings run out quickly, could only resort to lending money. While Remus is awake now, the hard life of the mother and son pair has only just begun.

After James left, Hope led Remus upstairs to the seven-story building, which was at least fifty years old. The stairway was dark, the stairs narrow, and the walls were so dirty that you couldn't tell the original colors.

Hope has rented a small apartment with only one bedroom. She has tried to keep it clean, but she can't cover up the hints of her family's financial difficulties.

"I have cleared out my bedroom and bought a bed. I'll sleep in the living room from now on," Hope said with a smile.

Remus hurriedly replied: "Mom, I'll sleep in the living room."

"Definity not, you are just out of the hospital, I'm can sleep in the wooden beds in the hospital, a sofa is nothing."

But Remus was determined, "Mom, I can't let you sleep in the living room and I sleep in the bedroom."

They argued a few more, Hope saw she could not persuade him, so had to agreed.

Hope made a pot of tea and took out a bunch of photo albums. They sat together on the sofa in the living room and slowly told him about Remus's past.

Remus was an ordinary boy growing up. His father was a policeman and his mother was an accountant. They were very happy and wished for nothing. But then his father died in an accident when he was in college, and he had an accident when he was twenty-six. It is clear that life hasn't been kind to Hope.

He was not very interested in Remus's past, but the more he learned, the more he sympathized with her.

"My life is so bad," Hope began to cry. "I thought I couldn't go on any longer. It's a good thing you're awake, son, or mom would have just given up." Two long lonely years, hoping for a miracle will come, the only thing that has supported her over the years. This thin and short woman was countless times stronger than what her appearance would suggest.

Remus took her by the shoulder and let her cry in the arms of her most treasured son.

After Hope calmed down, a little bit embarrassed, she looked at Remus sitting healthily in front of her and couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.

Remus asked, "Mom, during my stay in the hospital, you must have owed a lot of money. Should we take it out and take a look."

At the mention of this, Hope's face darkened again. She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and took out an account book from the drawer of the TV cabinet. In the account book, all the loan slips were neatly pinned together. Hope was once an accountant, so sorting out and organizing money was her specialty.

She sighed heavily. "We had some savings at first, but your hospital expenses were so high that I sold both our houses. The real estate situation was so bad at the time that I could have gotten nearly a million more in the last two years but the situation was so hard..."

Remus turned over the heavy loan slips and asked in a quiet voice, "Mom, how much do we owe?"

She sniffed dejectedly, "My monthly retirement salary is just over two thousand. Later, I tried to borrow money from everywhere. All our relatives, friends, and colleagues… now when they see my phone number, they ignore it." Hope said in a husky voice: "Now we still owe a total of three hundred and seventy thousand pounds

Three hundred and seventy thousand...

Remus calculated his previous savings, if not the house and car, there are about two hundred thousand savings, the house was an old house that his father got from his years as a policeman, but the location is very good, it can sell for one million three hundred thousand two years ago, the car is a second-hand, can also sell for eight thousand. He can't sell the house, he and Hope still need somewhere to live, sell some other bits and pieces, it is not difficult to pay back the three hundred and seventy thousand... Remus was working away on a calculator when he caught a glimpse of a photo album. He suddenly realized that he was no longer that Remus, he was "dead"! He did not know what had been done with his deposits and property, nor by whom they had been disposed of by. How could he claim his property in the name of a stranger?

Remus broke into a cold sweat, so not only does he not have any money, he has a debt of three hundred and seventy thousand?

When Hope saw his expression, she also started to feel worried. Her son has woken up, but their hard life was far from over.

Remus took one look at her. Although she was not his mother, he felt it was his responsibility to take care of her for the rest of his life. Because he has occupied her son's body, so that she has forever lost her son, and he also got a precious new life. He can't just enjoy the gift, but also have to shoulder all the responsibility and obligations that come with it.

Remus closed the ledger and said soothingly, "Mom, don't worry too much. We are both alive and well, money can be earned again."

Hope fixed her face into what she hoped was a smile "You are right. We should be optimistic. When you woke up, it is a sign that we are fortunate. Tomorrow you can go work with James, I can also look for work."

Remus nodded

Remus didn't sleep well all night, tossing and turning, trying to think of ways to earn money, and finally resolved to find out what happened to his properties after his death as soon as possible, then figure out what to do next. In the morning he dozed off for a while, when he woke up he found out he didn't think of Sirius all night, this is a good sign. Maybe things are starting to look up now.

He washed his face, changed his clothes, and went to report to James's office.