’The person Tobin is looking for is Isabella Ramsey?’
Nina Jacobs froze for a moment.
She had indeed seen Tobin’s name in Isabella Ramsey’s diary.
That was why she had helped him back in Veridia Town when she heard the injured man’s name was Tobin.
"After you all left, about two months ago, even the aid society stopped distributing water. Life got even harder for everyone."
"At that time, some people said you could always find water if you went far enough, so many teams were formed to go out and search."
"Isabella Ramsey didn’t want Zoraida to just wait here to die, so she signed up. Who knew that after she left... Sigh!"
Jenna’s voice grew increasingly hoarse. Her body was so dehydrated that no tears could fall from her face, and she could barely speak anymore.
Cordelia looked at Nina Jacobs, and only after Nina nodded did she pull Jenna into her room.
Then, she took a bottle of water and two small bread rolls from her dimensional space.
"This..."
Jenna pointed at the water and food, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Cordelia and Nina Jacobs.
"Go on, drink."
Cordelia felt a pang of sadness. She had been gone for so long, yet Jenna had kept her room looking just as it did when she left.
Jenna’s hands trembled as she took the water bottle. Seeing she didn’t have much strength left, Cordelia twisted the cap open for her.
The moment the mouth of the bottle touched her lips, she first took a cautious sip, as if to confirm it wasn’t empty.
But when the first drop of water slid onto her cracked tongue, Jenna’s pupils contracted. She threw all decorum aside and began to gulp it down.
Cordelia didn’t stop her.
She remembered having almost the exact same reaction when they had first gotten water from Nina Jacobs.
However, Jenna stopped after just a few large gulps.
She screwed the cap back on, licked her lips, and said,
"Sorry, I was just so thirsty."
"Where is the child named Zoraida now?" Nina Jacobs asked.
’If possible, I hope she’s still alive.’
"She’s usually by the base entrance. That kid’s very clever, but most children in the base don’t live long."
"Even if we wanted to help, we can hardly save ourselves."
Jenna wolfed down a few bites of the bread roll and then decided to take the two of them to find Zoraida.
But just as they were about to go downstairs, they saw a small figure dash into the incredibly dim hallway.
Two men were in hot pursuit.
"You little brat, stop right there!"
the two men shouted, cursing.
Nina Jacobs glanced at the disheveled, grimy child—it was the same one she had seen at the base entrance that morning.
"It’s Zoraida! They’re chasing Zoraida!"
Jenna cried out anxiously.
Quillan Spencer was just about to grab the child when someone passing by tripped him.
Immediately after, his companion was kicked to the ground.
"Picking on a child?"
Nina Jacobs said coldly.
"You busybody, what’s it to you?"
Quillan Spencer dusted himself off and was about to fight back when he was instantly hit with another kick.
"Watch out, he’s about to use his Superpower!"
Cordelia shouted hurriedly.
The other man, a Wood Element Superpower User, was lifted into the air with one hand by a towering figure before he could even use his power.
Wayne Warner stared expressionlessly at the man he was holding up, seemingly debating whether to just throw him out.
"A Str-Strength Element Superpower User!"
the man shouted in panic.
The two were quickly subdued.
Cordelia found Zoraida hiding in a corner amidst a pile of trash.
"I didn’t even recognize you... To think you’re Zoraida."
In Cordelia’s memory, Zoraida had always been an adorable little girl with a clean, fair face and two neat little pigtails.
It was hard to connect that image with the beggar-like child before her.
’So this is Zoraida.’
Nina Jacobs shifted her gaze back to the two men who were still begging incessantly.
"Who sent you?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
Silas Crowley and Reginald Sutton also heard the commotion and ran over.
"Could it just be a simple robbery?" Cordelia asked.
"No. They have no reason to target her."


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