My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The Cameron family erupted in outrage.

“Eight thousand for a meal? That’s ridiculous!” Austin’s son barked. “He might as well go rob a bank!” “You can’t let that brute charge whatever he wants,” he told the officers. “Tell him to stop gouging us.” Officer Blaise had to admit, he’d laughed the first time he heard it too. Then he’d checked the receipt. “We’ve verified. It’s eight thousand,” he said evenly. “We inspected the restaurant–raw ingredients alone run over six thousand. With taxes and operating costs, the bill hits about eight thousand.”

Even so, the Cameron family gaped, disbelieving until the officers matched the receipt with the restaurant’s inventory. Once the dishes were verified, there was nothing left to argue. The evidence was there.

A flush of regret broke across Fantasia’s face; if she’d known how costly it was, she would never have let Cody take the food.

Now what? Ray had filed a complaint and the police were involved. They’d admitted the theft–unless they could twist it into something else.

So Fantasia started to shout a different line. “Okay, we admit it–we took the food, but that proves he poisoned it! ” she cried.

Officer Blaise’s expression hardened.

“First, Mr. Morley never touched the delivery,” he said. “Second, what you call ‘poison‘ is actually a tonic. A young man eating nourishing food is hardly suspicious. The food was stolen–period.”

“I’m not a lawyer,” Officer Blaise continued, “but here’s the truth: if Ray insists the food was his, there’s no way you’ll be able to force him to pay a single dollar for hospital bills.”

The words landed like a blow. The Cameron family’s plans collapsed. How much had they already spent on Austin’s treatment? A few hundred. That was little–what mattered now was that they could not turn this into a windfall. What had started as an opportunistic theft might cost them far more.

Fantasia slumped to the floor and raised a stink–calling for neighbors to judge the injustice of the police siding with a “bad man.” People gathered, drawn by the racket, but the spectacle only underscored their humiliation.

Ray didn’t go to the hospital to gloat. There was no point arguing with people who refused reason; t.tantrums were better left for later reckoning.

Besides, a confrontation now might ruin the long plan he was building. Everything could wait until the end of the world–then everything would be settled directly.

That night, as he’d guessed, Fantasia returned to the apartment block and made a scene–banging on his door, rousing the neighbors.

Someone told her to quiet down; she yelled back.

A scuffle broke out, tempers flared, and in the end she was roughed up and taken to the same ward as Austin. The cycle closed on itself.

Ray had no way of knowing these details as he had slept soundly in a hotel that night. The next morning, he drove to a shooting range. Time to stock bullets.

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Rifle rounds were two dollars a shot; handguns went for one. He bought the rifle rounds–automatic–capable- and preloaded the account with fifty thousand. Then he began to shoot.

The range spat out a ratatatatat. He aimed loosely; the projectiles vanished two meters out, swallowed by the otherwordly storage space’s portal. It was practice and rehearsal–ammunition in the otherworldly storage space, ready to be released at will.

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