Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Brute Force Creates Miracles

Around three in the morning, all was still. Even the wind and snow had stopped.

At this hour, most people were deep in sleep, and it was as if the entire world had been put on mute.

Melody Summers lay on a large, soft bed, a fine woolen blanket beneath her and a comfortable comforter over her. Her breathing was steady—she was clearly having a sweet dream.

But the next second, a piercing alarm blaring from her phone jolted her awake!

The shrill alarm blared from the phone, and Melody Summers’s eyes flew open!

Startled awake, her heart began to pound wildly.

Melody Summers took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, as she picked up her phone and opened the security app to check the situation.

The app indicated that someone was trying to tamper with the electronic lock on the balcony window of apartment 1606 in an attempt to break in.

All traces of sleep vanished from Melody Summers in an instant. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, then pulled up the security camera feed on her phone to get a closer look.

And there, on the balcony camera feed, she saw a dark figure clinging to the security bars on the other side of the window!

...

Half an hour earlier, Mrs. Vance had tied a safety rope around her waist, securing the other end to a cabinet on her own balcony.

Once the rope was tied, Mrs. Vance gave it a hard tug to make sure it was secure.

Then, she leaned out and glanced up toward apartment 1606, confirming it was completely dark.

She planned to climb onto Melody Summers’s balcony, open the window, and quietly steal some supplies.

Just as Mrs. Vance was tentatively starting to climb out, her daughter-in-law, Susan Warren, grabbed her and pulled her back.

Susan Warren looked at Mrs. Vance with a worried expression, shaking her head as she pleaded, "Mom! This is far too dangerous! Do you really have to do this?"

Mrs. Vance patted Susan’s hand reassuringly. "Susan, don’t you worry. Mom is still nimble! When I was young, I could scale five floors with my bare hands. This is only a single floor, and I have the safety rope. Nothing can go wrong!"

Susan Warren remained unconvinced. "No, Mom," she said, her face fraught with anxiety. "This is the 15th floor! If you fall, the consequences would be unimaginable! Besides, what makes you so sure they even have supplies in 1606?"

At first, Mrs. Vance hadn’t been so sure herself. After all, Melody Summers’s family was incredibly tight-lipped; no matter how much she pried, she couldn’t get any information out of them.

But last night, she had overheard Melody Summers mention that a family member worked at the materials supply point.

After her initial alarm, Mrs. Vance was filled with overwhelming temptation.

’A staff member at the materials supply point!’

’Someone who controls the supply distribution for all of The Metropolis Residences!’

’Melody Summers’s family must have food!’ Mrs. Vance concluded.

Having realized this, Mrs. Vance became conflicted. ’If I get caught stealing, we’ll have offended a supply administrator...’

’We’re a vulnerable family. If we offend a supply administrator, how will we survive?’

But then she thought, ’If I can successfully steal the items without being discovered, I’ll be able to get a lot of food...’

’To steal or not to steal?’

Mrs. Vance wrestled with this inner conflict all night. In the end, greed won out over fear, and she decided to steal some supplies from 1606.

Mrs. Vance looked at her daughter-in-law, Susan Warren, who was over eight months pregnant yet still looked like skin and bones. Her heart ached as she patted Susan’s back and replied, "Don’t worry. I’ve been watching them. I’m almost certain they have plenty of supplies. I’ll just steal a little to bring back and help nourish you and Bobby. I won’t get caught."

Susan Warren was still uneasy. She grabbed Mrs. Vance’s arm to keep her from going. "Mom, this isn’t right!" she pleaded. "It’s their property, and they need to eat, too. Let’s just forget it! Tomorrow, I’ll haul some more furniture to the secondhand market to sell. We can use the money to buy some rice and make porridge for Bobby!"

Susan Warren truly didn’t want her mother-in-law to take such a risk. The fifteenth floor was just too dangerous.

Besides, it was stealing. Who wasn’t going hungry these days? Her conscience couldn’t bear the thought of it.

Mrs. Vance sighed silently. It wasn’t as if she *wanted* to steal.

Before the cataclysm, she’d been a law-abiding citizen!

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