Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: The Will of the People

Finding that no one was on his side, Frank York was in an awkward and embarrassing position.

He had intended to use Quinn’s case to prove that Winnie Summers, as a woman, was impulsive and unfit to remain at the Emergency Office. He hoped the other residents in the living room would help him condemn her, but he never expected them to completely ignore his script.

Frank York grew anxious. His face flushed red as he frowned, pointed at Winnie Summers, and loudly retorted, "What are you all talking about? This woman has a gun! Everyone knows how impulsive women can be, right? She killed two people in a row today without even blinking. Aren’t you afraid of her?!"

The moment Frank York finished speaking, a girl in the crowd replied, "Why should we be afraid? Winnie has a gun, which means she can protect us. I couldn’t feel safer. What is there to be afraid of?"

Hearing this, Melody Summers followed the voice with her eyes. She realized she knew the speaker—it was Yvette Hollis, the young woman who had helped her notify the other residents on the 17th floor.

The commotion in 2305 was so loud it had attracted onlookers from other rooms, including Yvette Hollis.

It wasn’t just Yvette Hollis; May Sherman was there too. Cradling her little dog, Snowball, in her arms, May said coldly, "That’s right. We know Miss Winnie is a good person. She protects us residents. We don’t steal, we don’t rob, we don’t do anything wrong. Why would we be afraid?"

Maisie Lynch’s eyes darted around, and she chimed in, "Exactly! Over the past few days, Miss Summers has helped everyone so much, and we’ve all seen it! I think some people are just trying to stir up trouble! They’re rotten to the core!"

The moment Maisie Lynch finished, several other residents stepped forward to speak.

"Yeah, Miss Summers has really helped us a lot. During the heatwave, my mom got heatstroke, and it was Miss Summers who gave us a few bottles of ice water and some heatstroke medicine. Miss Summers has always been very good to everyone."

"That’s right! When my kid had a high fever that wouldn’t break, it was Ms. Summers who drove him to the hospital! No one else was willing to lend us their gas-powered car. Only Ms. Summers would help!"

"Winnie is the kindest person! I’m an old woman, and my legs aren’t what they used to be. Winnie often helps deliver supplies to my home. Young man, don’t even think about sowing discord. I may be old, but I can still tell right from wrong!"

"Everyone, listen to me for a second. I’m a shooter myself. This lady’s marksmanship is dead-on. Both shots went straight through the heart and lungs. She’s way better than I am!"

"Actually, a lot of the women on our shooting team are incredible. There’s no such thing as ’women aren’t suited for guns.’ Anyway, I feel pretty safe with the gun in this young lady’s hands. It’s much better than it being in someone else’s."

At this point, many residents started pointing fingers at Frank York.

"Hey, young man, what’s your deal? What’s your relationship with the Quinn family? Why are you always trying to stir up trouble?"

"Yeah, buddy. You keep calling him ’Mr. Quinn.’ Since you seem to respect him so much, why don’t you go collect the bodies of him and his son? It’d be a great way to show your compassion!"

"Look how concerned he is about the Quinns. Don’t tell me he’s related to them?"

"Even if he’s not a relative, it’s fine! He can just go ahead and call Quinn his father. The Quinn family line is cut off now anyway. A young man who can empathize so much with Quinn can surely carry on his legacy and continue the family line for them! HAHA!"

"..."

Listening to the crowd’s chatter, Frank York’s face went from red to white. It was quite a sight.

’In a disaster, might makes right,’ he thought. ’How could a weak woman accumulate so much authority?’ He truly hadn’t expected so many people to speak up for Winnie Summers.

His usual method of stirring up trouble had completely backfired. Instead, he’d drawn a crowd to attack him. He was regretting this bitterly!

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