Ivan Warren ignored Maisie Lynch, his gaze fixed absently on Melody Summers’s departing figure.
’So beautiful...’
’Even more beautiful than in college.’
Ivan Warren thought obsessively, ’A beauty of Melody Summers’s caliber—gorgeous, brilliant, and highly educated—that’s the kind of woman worthy of me!’
The truth was, back in college, Ivan Warren would never have dared to pursue a girl like Melody Summers.
He knew he was average-looking, with average abilities and a very ordinary family background. He had no standing to compete with someone like Austin Hale, who was tall, handsome, and from a middle-class family.
So, he had chosen Maisie Lynch—a plain-looking girl from a poor background. Maisie wouldn’t dare ask for a car or a house. If he got her pregnant by accident, she wouldn’t even dare ask for a bride price. She was a top-tier bargain.
But things were different now. This was an apocalypse!
As the old saying goes: "In times of chaos, a beauty is worth half a loaf of bread; in times of peace, she’s worth ten thousand taels of gold."
Ivan Warren felt that if he wanted to pursue Melody Summers now, he could probably win her over easily with just a few supplies...
Seeing Ivan Warren staring at the door to 1606 as if he wanted to glue his eyes to it, Maisie Lynch bit her lip, unwilling to accept it.
She gently shook Ivan Warren’s arm and whispered, "Honey, did you hear what I just said? Do you think Melody Summers is renting or did she buy this apartment? ... She must be renting, right? She only graduated two years ago, there’s no way she could afford to buy a place..."
Maisie Lynch’s words shattered Ivan Warren’s fantasy. He turned to look at her plain, unremarkable face and frowned in displeasure.
’Right now, Maisie Lynch is just an ordinary girl from the countryside with a high school diploma. Her body is average, her face is plain—she’s not worthy of me at all!’
Ivan Warren impatiently shook off the hand she had wrapped around his arm. "Enough of this nonsense," he snapped. "Hurry up and go back to pack! It’s freezing!"
Hearing this, a flicker of hurt crossed Maisie’s eyes, but she still lowered her head and said, "I know... Don’t be mad, honey. I’ll go pack right now..."
The Lancaster Villa.
Sylvia Lancaster drank some water and took her medicine, but her temperature still hadn’t fully gone down.
Even so, she gritted her teeth and dragged her heavy body to the kitchen to cook for the Lancaster family.
Elaine Hughes, wrapped in thick clothes, watched as Sylvia placed the vegetable congee on the table with trembling hands. She snorted coldly and said, "You really are spineless. You won’t do a thing unless I curse you out!"
Faced with Elaine Hughes’s tirade, Sylvia was uncharacteristically blank-faced.
She acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, showing none of her usual sadness, hurt, or grief, nor did she try to defend herself.
Listening to Elaine Hughes’s sharp and biting words to Sylvia, Robert Lancaster just spoke up coolly, "That’s enough. Stop talking and let’s eat."
Silas Lancaster didn’t even spare Sylvia a glance, simply picking up his bowl and starting to eat.
Seeing that the three of them at the table had started eating, Sylvia quietly turned and went back to the kitchen.
Standing before the kitchen stove, Sylvia looked up at the window, silently beginning a countdown in her mind.
In the living room, just as the three Lancasters finished the congee in their bowls, a deafening crash suddenly echoed through the house: BOOM!
The sound was like a clap of thunder, making the three of them look up in astonishment—
The living room walls began to shake, and dust rained down from the ceiling.
Staring at the scene before him, Silas Lancaster stammered in shock, "Wh-what was that sound... Was that an earthquake..."
Before he could finish his sentence, there was another deafening BOOM—! and this time, even the floor shook a few times.
The three Lancasters were stunned by the two loud bangs. They stared at each other, at a loss for what to do.


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