My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 124

So Ray did nothing more than offer Lola a few words of comfort, calmly analyzing how difficult it would be to search. Beyond that, there was nothing he could do.

Honey and the other three women naturally agreed with his decision.

After all, what did Lola’s son have to do with them?

At most, they could offer a few sympathetic words out of basic humanitarian concern.

But if Ray had actually agreed to go looking for the boy, they would have been the first to dissuade him.

What if something happened to Ray?

It wasn’t that they felt any deep emotional attachment to him. The real issue was that the villa’s doors were secured with passwords and fingerprint locks, or could only be opened remotely–and Ray had never given them any access.

So if Ray were to die, they would be trapped in the basement.

Just imagine it—there would be no one to add firewood to the fireplace. Once the fire burned out, how would they keep warm?

Better you than me. Compared to anything else, their own lives mattered most.

Did anyone expect them to possess some lofty moral virtue–to risk their own survival just to help someone else?

Sorry. Impossible.

What choice did Lola have? She didn’t even know where her son was. In weather this cold, even if she went door to door searching, how long would it take before she froze to death herself?

In the end, she could only resign herself to fate.

From this alone, it was clear that Lola was deeply selfish. In her eyes, her own safety clearly mattered more.

Ray merely smiled.

He didn’t need Lola to follow him for the rest of her life. Did it really matter to him whether she was good or evil?

If she dared to betray him, one bullet would settle it.

It was like going to a club to hire a hostess–did anyone seriously vet their character or moral standards?

That said, Lola was genuinely worried about her son. The entire afternoon, she was distracted and listless, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Just as Ray thought the day would pass like this, a loud crash suddenly rang out, followed by the wailing of sirens.

They were unmistakably sirens–not a car alarm.

Had a police car arrived?

Ray went up to the third floor and looked outside.

But it was already past five in the afternoon. Thick fog had gathered again, reducing visibility to barely two meters. He couldn’t see anything.

Curiosity stirred within him, but to step outside just for that? Not a chance.

Under the current conditions, the possibility of anyone breaching his safehouse was zero, unless they deployed the military or military–grade weapons.

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Chapter 124

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Ray went back downstairs, prepared dinner for Leo first, then headed to the basement and called Honey and the others to eat.

After dinner, they had some fruit. Ray took out an external hard drive, plugged it into the TV, and let the four women binge- watch dramas to pass the time.

While springlike warmth filled the villa, elsewhere, a family was falling into disaster.

Rewind slightly.

A vehicle skidded into the residential complex, swerving wildly, as if driven by a drunk. In reality, the ground was simply too

slick–the driver had no way to maintain control.

The vehicle slammed hard into the entrance of Building 5. The impact damaged the onboard equipment, and the roof–mounted lights immediately began flashing, accompanied by a wailing siren.

It was a police vehicle.

More precisely, a prison transport van used to escort inmates.

A few minutes later, one of the doors was pulled open. A woman stumbled out–then a second, a third…

After the ninth woman exited, no one else came down.

All nine were women, varying in age and build. The youngest were in their early twenties; the oldest were in their thirties. One of the women in her thirties was extremely obese. Wrapped in thick clothing, she–looked like a giant ball.

Although they had emerged from a prison transport vehicle, their clothing was ordinary. It was impossible to tell whether they were prison guards or inmates.

The crash itself wasn’t severe, but all nine women had suffered minor scrapes and bruises.

They rested briefly. Then, the fattest woman spoke.

“The van’s wrecked, and the fog is too thick. There’s no way we can keep going. We’ll have to stay here for the night.”

“First, we find somewhere to stay,” said a woman with a tattoo on her neck. “It’s freezing outside–and we need food.”

“Let’s go.”

They went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of apartment 201. After knocking for a while with no response, they

moved on to 202.

“Who is it?” someone answered immediately.

Inside, a bald, burly man peered through the peephole, a cleaver clutched in his hand.

The tattooed woman stepped forward and smiled.

“Sir, could you open the door? My sisters and I just want a place to keep warm. As long as you let us stay… however you want to play, we’ll play along.”

Inside, the bald man scanned them quickly. Seeing that there were only nine women outside, a sinister smile crept across his face. He hid the cleaver behind his back and unlocked the door.

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