She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 222

Zane's eyes widened in disbelief. "Boss, why are you indulging her? If this goes wrong, the locals will curse you, and you'll get disciplined by the higher-ups!"

He then glared at Hulda. "You say you'll take responsibility? You're just some outsider girl. What kind of consequences can you actually shoulder? The one who's going to get screwed over is our boss!"

Hulda appeared calm on the surface, but internally, she was burning with anxiety. "I understand you're upset, but this isn't the time to vent. We can argue after everyone is safe."

"You...!" Furious, Zane stepped forward to argue, but Mr. Miller grabbed his arm.

"Enough, Zane. Do as I say. Call for backup and start moving the people out," Mr. Miller commanded firmly.

"Boss! How many times has this happened? These so-called expert consultants come in, act like royalty for a few days, and run us ragged. Then you're the one left cleaning up their mess!" Though fuming, Zane relented, knowing it was useless to argue. His superior was stubborn, and he always put the locals first.

A light, steady drizzle began to fall. Hulda, Abby, and the rest of the team didn't head back; instead, they stayed to help coordinate the evacuation.

Things didn't go smoothly. Just as Zane had predicted, the sudden order caused widespread complaints.

Fortunately, Mr. Miller was highly respected, so people begrudgingly cooperated for the most part.

"I've lived here my whole life, this mountain has always been safe!"

"Exactly! What landslide? That's never happened here!"

An elderly couple grumbled as they trudged along with the crowd, looking deeply unhappy.

"How far do we have to walk? I have work to do in the fields!"

"We all have work! This is such a waste of time!"

His gaze deepened, watching her with a thoughtful expression.

Just as Hulda stepped off the bus to help the next person, a pained cry rang out a short distance away.

An elderly woman had slipped and fallen.

Hulda handed the person she was helping over to Abby and hurried toward the sound.

"Ah! Grandma... get up..." A child stood beside the fallen woman. The kid was young, scrawny, and looked even smaller than Miles. Wearing old, filthy clothes and sporting a messy mop of hair, the child looked like a little mud creature from a distance.

The kid was using every ounce of strength to pull the elderly woman up, but it was useless. The woman's heavy frame dragged them both down, sending the small child face-first into a puddle. In an instant, the kid was coated in thick, dark mud.