Joyce Lawson covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.
Melody Summers was at a loss when she saw this. She was truly terrible at comforting people!
She could only try her best to comfort Joyce, saying, "Joyce, please stop crying. The temperature is too low right now. Crying like this can easily damage your eyes..."
Joyce Lawson raised her head and looked at Melody Summers, tears streaming down her face. "Tell me, why are there parents in this world who are so biased? Am I not their child, too?"
Joyce Lawson seemed to be asking Melody Summers, but also herself.
She had originally thought that now that she could earn money and support the family, her parents and grandparents would see her value and no longer favor her brother so heavily.
She had originally thought that after she happily bought a house and brought her whole family to live with her, she would be able to rely on them and take care of each other during the apocalypse.
But she never expected to be viciously backstabbed by the family she trusted most.
Even though she had always known her family was somewhat biased towards men, Joyce Lawson still couldn’t describe how she felt at this moment.
Melody Summers sighed, took a pack of tissues from her pocket, handed it to Joyce Lawson, and asked softly, "So what are you going to do now?"
During an apocalypse, people were unpredictable. You even had to be wary of your own flesh and blood. Melody Summers had learned this lesson the hard way in her past life.
’With parents as biased as Joyce’s,’ Melody Summers thought, ’they might even do something to harm her when supplies become scarce later in the snow disaster.’
Hearing this, Joyce Lawson shook her head, her gaze vacant. "I don’t know..."
Joyce Lawson truly didn’t know what to do now.
’She had used all her savings to buy the apartment, and it was already registered in her brother’s name. Even if she went back and had a huge fight with her family, what could she possibly get back?’
’It’s the middle of an apocalypse. If she has a falling out and gets kicked out by her family, where else could she go?’
Seeing Joyce Lawson in this state, Melody Summers didn’t know how to advise her either.
’You can’t judge another family’s quarrels. For something like this, Joyce Lawson would have to figure it out on her own.’
******
Back in the apartment building, Melody Summers first walked Joyce Lawson back to 1601.
Before they parted, Melody Summers gave Joyce Lawson her contact information and told her to get in touch if she ran into any trouble.
Back at her own door, Melody Summers was just about to open it when she heard a commotion from downstairs. It sounded like someone was moving things.
A little curious, Melody Summers turned and went downstairs to check it out.
...
Mrs. Vance, bundled up in a down jacket and clutching a hot water bottle, was standing at the door of 1505 as if to watch the show. She watched several movers in work uniforms carrying things in and out of 1506.
Melody Summers walked up and asked, "Mrs. Vance, are your neighbors across the hall moving in?"
Mrs. Vance’s face lit up when she saw Melody Summers.
She pulled Melody Summers over, stuffed the warm hot water bottle into her hands, and answered with a smile, "Yes, they are! 1506 has been empty this whole time, and suddenly someone’s moving in today. I was just asking the movers, and they said the owner just bought the place a few days ago!"
Melody Summers nodded in understanding.
Ever since experts predicted several months of extreme cold and blizzards, owners of single-story houses and lower-floor apartments had been divided into two camps.
One group of lower-floor owners felt they should trust the government’s disaster relief capabilities. They were confident in the country’s advanced de-icing and snow removal technology and believed the government would clear the snow in time, making it unnecessary to move.



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