Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: A World of Difference

Sylvia Lancaster was completely stunned by Elaine Hughes’ scolding.

As she watched Elaine Hughes’ retreating back, Sylvia Lancaster remained lost in a daze for a long time.

In Sylvia’s memory, Elaine Hughes had always doted on her.

Elaine Hughes would buy her all sorts of luxury jewelry, bid on famous paintings for her, personally teach her calligraphy and painting, and take her on trips...

Elaine Hughes had once been the perfect mother in Sylvia Lancaster’s eyes.

And yet now, Elaine Hughes’s eyes were filled with nothing but loathing when she looked at her.

The very thought made Sylvia Lancaster feel utterly wronged.

And for some reason, Sylvia Lancaster suddenly thought of Melody Summers from her past life...

Sylvia felt that her current treatment by the Lancaster Family was just like Melody Summers’ in her past life. No matter how hard she tried, she could never win the Lancasters’ approval...

’Is this some kind of karmic retribution?’

A storm of complicated emotions washed over Sylvia Lancaster.

She sat alone on her bed, stunned, for a long while before she silently stood up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Opening the kitchen cabinet, she found it practically empty. Of the bag of rice Sylvia Lancaster had spent a fortune on, only a little remained at the bottom.

There were five mouths to feed in the Lancaster Family—and one of them belonged to Silas Lancaster, a teenage boy whose appetite was at its absolute peak. Their daily food consumption was enormous.

Nowadays, a pound of rice cost several thousand dollars. Every mouthful was as precious as gold.

’At this rate,’ Sylvia Lancaster thought, ’my savings won’t last much longer.’

She had previously suggested to Robert Lancaster that they sell the villa and use the money to buy an apartment in The Metropolis Residences.

But Robert Lancaster had adamantly refused.

He hadn’t just refused; he had flown into a rage, pointing a finger in Sylvia Lancaster’s face and shouting, "The only way I’m selling this villa is over my dead body!"

Sylvia Lancaster truly didn’t understand why Robert Lancaster was so obsessed with the villa.

’In her past life, when the floods came, didn’t Robert Lancaster pack up and flee in a hurry? She didn’t see him go down with the villa then!’

But she couldn’t just tell her family, ’When the floods hit next year, this house will be washed away and become worthless.’

’She had no way to explain how she could see the future.’

Sylvia Lancaster began to cook, her mind racing for a solution.

She used the last of the rice to make a pot of thin porridge, adding the last two carrots and two potatoes. Finally, she tossed in a few slices of processed sausage.

This was to be the entire meal for the Lancasters.

Sylvia Lancaster brought the porridge to the table and called the rest of the Lancasters to come eat.

Outside, the snow had started to fall again.

Watching the black snowflakes drift down outside the window, Sylvia Lancaster’s heart sank. ’Soon, I’ll have to climb back up on the roof to shovel snow again!’

’Damn this bloody sky!’

’It won’t even give me a moment to catch my breath!’

’I really don’t know how Melody Summers managed to get through this in my past life!’

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