Damon Young replied, "Unfortunately, Freya Finch is already dead."
"Even if she’s dead, I’m taking her body back."
Nina Jacobs had no intention of giving up. She had a feeling these people were hiding something.
Even if Freya Finch was dead, she had to see it for herself.
Just as Damon Young was about to press the issue, a voice interrupted him.
"Damon Young, stop stirring up trouble.
Even if Felix Finch is gravely injured, you have to let him see his child one last time!"
A scrawny, middle-aged man stepped out and said angrily.
Nina Jacobs’s expression flickered. ’See the child one last time?’
’It seems Freya Finch isn’t dead yet.’
The man looked to be in his fifties. He still carried an air of authority when he spoke, but likely due to hunger, he was gasping for breath after just a few words.
"Dad."
Kelly Ainsworth called out from the side.
"Mr. Ainsworth, you don’t call the shots here,"
"You and your daughter can barely fend for yourselves. You really have time to meddle in other people’s business?"
Damon Young said, pointing rudely at Mr. Ainsworth.
Mr. Ainsworth seemed completely unafraid. "If anything happens to me or my daughter, you can all forget about ever using electricity again!"
"Daughter, bring your friend over. I’ll take her to see the child,"
Mr. Ainsworth said.
Kelly Ainsworth nodded and said to Nina Jacobs, "Let’s go."
"The child isn’t dead, right?"
Nina Jacobs asked eagerly.
Despite Damon Young and his men still staring at her.
Mr. Ainsworth sighed. "She’s not dead, but she’s breathing more out than in. She could go at any second."
"I think she just wants to see her dad, so she’s holding on by a thread."
He stood guard here day and night, knowing that Damon Young and his group were just hoping Freya Finch would finally stop breathing.
Felix Finch had saved their lives, and he had entrusted his child to him before he left.
As long as Freya Finch was still breathing, he wouldn’t let them touch her.
Kelly Ainsworth was also wiping away tears.
"Freya was already severely malnourished. After three straight days with a high fever, I’m afraid all the moisture in her body has been burned away."
"Later, my dad found a little water to give her, but she couldn’t swallow any of it."
The father and daughter led Nina Jacobs into a room that was still relatively clean and tidy.
A small, frail figure lay on the bed.
She was little more than skin and bones.
"Freya, your father’s friend is here to see you."
Kelly Ainsworth called out gently, but there was no response.
Nina Jacobs leaned over to check for breathing and found that, just as Mr. Ainsworth had said, it was incredibly faint.
’But as long as she’s not dead, maybe I can save her.’
"I have a special medicine."
Nina Jacobs pulled a bottle of "Healing Potion" from her backpack.
It was the undiluted potion.
"It’s no use. We can’t get her to take anything."
As Kelly Ainsworth spoke, she watched Nina Jacobs take out a syringe attached to a thin, flexible tube.
She skillfully inserted the tube into Freya Finch’s mouth and slowly administered the liquid.
Mr. Ainsworth watched in astonishment.
’Did... did that really go in?’
A few minutes later, Nina Jacobs received a "Selfless Savior" notification from the system.
Only then did Nina Jacobs relax.
She didn’t let her relief show, however. Instead, she turned to Mr. Ainsworth and asked:
"Are you an electrician?"
A light was on in the dilapidated room, and an old fan whirred steadily.
To have electricity in ruins like this, there had to be a skilled technician.
Kelly Ainsworth answered, "My dad is a well-known electrical engineer around here. Back in the day, whenever the local factories had tough problems with circuits or electrical systems, they had to consult him."
"That’s all in the past. This skill is useless now."
Mr. Ainsworth waved his hand, signaling for Kelly Ainsworth to stop talking about the past.

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