Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Heartless

Melody Summers and the others saw this and thought, ’This is bad.’

’We were so focused on hiding the fruit bowl and snacks on the table, we completely forgot about the trash that we hadn’t had time to take out!’

Zella Kane’s eyes lit up when she saw the empty orange juice bottle in her daughter’s hand.

She walked over and picked up her daughter, then nonchalantly glanced into the trash can.

Inside, besides the empty orange juice bottle, were two transparent wrappers that looked like they held small buns, along with some nutshells and apple peels.

Zella Kane stared at the contents, unable to look away.

’The Summers family can still afford to eat such good things,’ she thought. ’It seems their situation is much better than we imagined!’

’No matter what, my family has to live here!’

Seeing this, Grace Sutton quickly stepped forward, took the empty orange juice bottle from Gemma Fletcher’s hand, and said with a smile, "Oh, sweetie, that’s trash. Be careful, it’s dirty."

As Grace spoke, she put the bottle back in the trash can and tied up the bag.

A new idea occurred to Zella Kane. She carried her child back to the sofa and sat down.

Then, she put on a smiling face and said to Melody Summers, "Dear child, I misspoke earlier. I’ve always been a bit careless with my words, so please don’t take it to heart! Actually, I’m also divorced and brought my kids back to my parents’ home, just like your mother. So, I really understand her difficulties!"

Melody Summers nodded nonchalantly at her words. She didn’t really care what outsiders thought of her anyway.

’It’s just funny,’ she thought. ’Zella Kane is in the exact same situation—divorced and living with her parents—yet she used it to mock others. I have no idea what goes on in that woman’s head.’

While studying Melody Summers’s expression, Zella Kane continued, "Sigh, my ex-husband... he’s not even human! After the disasters started last year, he brought his mistress home, and he kicked the three of us—my two kids and me—out onto the street..."

"...I had no choice but to take my two children back to my parents’ home to rely on my mother and sister. After my sister Rhea got married last year, it was just my mother and me left to raise these two kids on our own..."

"...When the neighbors found out it was just women and children in our house, they repeatedly smashed our windows, trying to break in and loot our supplies... I can’t even tell people how much we’ve suffered these past two years..."

As she spoke, Zella Kane raised a hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

Hearing this, Grandma sighed and said, "...I see. It certainly hasn’t been easy for you..."

Having also raised young children by herself, Grandma had been through similar struggles. Hearing Zella Kane’s story, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

But her sympathy was where it ended. She had no intention of giving up her house.

Grace clearly felt the same way.

Zella Kane and her family might be pitiful, but there were plenty of pitiful people these days. They were just ordinary people themselves; they couldn’t change anything.

As for Melody Summers, she’d wanted to roll her eyes the moment Zella Kane started her sob story. It wasn’t that she was heartless, but... she could tell the difference between genuine suffering and putting on a show.

Many ordinary people now had sallow complexions from lack of food, but the three generations of the Kane family before her—grandmother, mother, and child—all had rosy, healthy complexions. It was obvious they weren’t lacking for food or water.

’Zella Kane might really be struggling to raise two young children with her mother, just as she said,’ Melody thought. ’Life probably isn’t easy for them. But their current condition is already better than that of the vast majority of people in this disaster. It’s not my place to pity them.’

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