Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Thrown to the Wolves

Melody Summers stood at the door to 1603, silently examining the smart lock.

Back when Melody Summers bought the apartment, Tate from property management had told her that the unit’s smart lock had a hidden keyhole.

Following Tate’s description, Melody Summers carefully felt around the lock and, sure enough, found the keyhole in a small recess. She then took out her key and cautiously inserted it.

With a soft CLICK, the lock opened.

Through the crack in the door, Melody Summers saw that apartment 1603 was brightly lit. There was no one in the living room, but it was piled high with all kinds of supplies.

Melody Summers took a deep breath, slowly walked into the apartment, and then gently closed the door behind her...

...

「Ten minutes earlier.」

Leopold Lowell walked up to the door of the spare bedroom, holding two sand vine cakes. He took out a key, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and went inside.

To save energy, the three Lowell brothers were all crammed into the master bedroom. The stove wasn’t lit in the spare bedroom, so it was frigid. The room was also piled with trash and dirty clothes.

In the very center of this pile of trash lay a single, slightly cleaner blanket.

Leopold Lowell bent down and yanked the blanket away, revealing Maisie Lynch curled up on the floor.

Maisie Lynch looked as if she had been beaten. Her face was covered in black and blue bruises. The cheekbone under her left eye and her right cheek were both severely swollen.

Her hands and feet were bound with hemp rope. She wore a padded cotton jacket, but the room was so cold that her lips had already turned a faint shade of purple.

Feeling the blanket yanked off her, Maisie Lynch struggled to lift her head, her gaze meeting Leopold Lowell’s.

Seeing Maisie Lynch’s weakened state, Leopold Lowell tossed the sand vine cakes from his hand beside her mouth and said gruffly, "Eat up!"

Leopold Lowell had expected Maisie Lynch to refuse, but to his surprise, the moment she saw the sand vine cakes, she looked as if she’d seen the most delicious food on earth. She eagerly scrambled over, snatched the cakes off the floor with her teeth, and began to devour them.

Seeing Maisie Lynch wolfing down the food, Leopold Lowell clicked his tongue. He smirked and said, "See? Would’ve been easier if you’d just been this obedient from the start. What was the point of a hunger strike? You’re just a glutton for punishment, always asking for trouble..."

Hearing the blatant mockery in Leopold Lowell’s voice, Maisie Lynch remained completely unfazed, continuing to chew and swallow the sand vine cakes with large bites.

The three Lowell brothers had captured Maisie Lynch the previous night. In protest, she had immediately gone on a hunger strike. She hadn’t eaten anything since then and was now unbearably hungry.

The will to survive is an instinct etched into human genes. When a person is on the verge of starvation, they simply cannot refuse food; they would eat even poison without a moment’s hesitation.

So Maisie Lynch could no longer be bothered with protesting or hunger strikes. Her mind was consumed by a single thought: ’I have to eat!’

After finishing the two sand vine cakes, Maisie Lynch let out a long sigh. Then, as if completely drained of energy, she collapsed back onto the floor.

The room was frigid. Since Leopold Lowell had taken the only blanket, Maisie Lynch could only huddle on the floor, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably from the cold.

Seeing Maisie Lynch like this, a smirk played on Leopold Lowell’s lips. He said slowly, "You’ve been freezing in here for a day. Thought it over yet? As long as you’re obedient and take good care of me and my brothers, you can go back to the master bedroom and warm up by the stove. No need to freeze to death in here."

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