Chapter 1728
Chapter 1728: The Truth Behind Erina Taylor’s Hatred (3)
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However, Flossie Wright’s admission, and her hostility, forced him to seek this answer.
This answer—
can be understood.
Only such an answer can confirm Flossie’s hostility.
Only by experiencing those things can one affirm Flossie’s hatred.
Because of that incident, the family was torn apart, forced to wander everywhere. What should have been a happy family was driven onto a different life path because of it.
It’s imaginable, someone as strong as her, in such a turbulent country, would go through unimaginable hardships.
Glenn Hutchinson even felt that Flossie still staying in the Forces and wanting to stay was so unbelievable.
Once, after considering every reason for Flossie, still wanted her to change her mind about the Forces.
You, always so unfathomable.
Without realizing it, Glenn Hutchinson clenched his hands tightly.
Three days later.
Flossie and Joanne finally reached an oasis.
Calling it an oasis was perhaps an overstatement; it was just a patch of trees growing in the desert, not like a lush jungle, only sparse trees with a bit of grass near the water.
Finding such a place in the desert was extremely rare.
"Let’s rest here today."
Reaching the riverbank, Joanne filled her water bottle as she spoke to Flossie.
Flossie squatted down and washed her face downstream.
For three days straight, they had been wandering in the desert, constantly on the move day and night, seeking shade at midday and walking at night to avoid freezing.
𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Their stamina had been trained over long periods, but even by now, they were very fatigued.
This oasis was a blessing to them from the heavens.
"It’s getting dark; shall we find something to eat?"
With the water bottles filled, Joanne glanced at Flossie and asked.
"I’ll go find something," Flossie replied, glancing at her. "You find a sanctuary."
After considering it briefly, Joanne nodded.
Since they became a team, the atmosphere between Flossie and Joanne was surprisingly calm.
From beginning to end, there hadn’t been any altercations.
Even when there were disagreements, they would resolve them quickly, usually one convincing the other, then choosing the best plan among their options.
Even Joanne herself was surprised at how calmly she could get along with Flossie.
After all—
The initial impression of Flossie wasn’t that great.
Just a little bit further, and she would have categorized Flossie with Cassie Ferguson.
From a certain perspective, Flossie had a fifty-point deduction due to others’ assessments, being even more problematic in military ideology than Cassie Ferguson.
Getting to know her, unexpectedly changed her perspective.
She’s actually very easy to get along with.
At the very least, she readily accepts advice, works well with others without being competitive, and most importantly, in unseen corners, is peaceful and tolerant, unexpectedly approachable.
Watching Flossie pack up her water bottle and stand up, Joanne subconsciously looked up and reminded her.
Flossie replied almost indifferently.
Joanne lowered her head, ignoring her attitude.
Used to it.
Joanne didn’t have much hope that Flossie would find food.
In the desert, catching a snake was a stroke of luck. Though this was an oasis, finding food was still entirely up to chance.
Admittedly, if Flossie encountered food, she would never let it escape.
But, if she didn’t come across any, even the best skills wouldn’t conjure up something to eat.
After drinking enough, Flossie slung the water bottle over her shoulder and walked leisurely into the grove.
This time of year, when everything is reviving, the chances of encountering plants or animals were slightly better than two months ago.
In the desert, Flossie wasn’t worried; in this oasis, the likelihood of finding food was even greater.
Flossie hadn’t expected to encounter a "familiar face" from another life in such a place at such a time.
After catching a rattlesnake, Flossie had just killed it when she noticed faint sounds around her.
It was the sound of people.
Stopping her actions, Flossie listened carefully, realizing it wasn’t in Eastlandia’s language.
Instead, it was another familiar language, even with an accent.
After listening for a while without understanding their conversation, Flossie thought for a moment, then leisurely dug a hole nearby, burying the rattlesnake’s head and covering it with soil.
She threw the snake’s body to the side, hiding it under a few leaves.
Next, grabbing a few leaves, Flossie stood up, wiped the dirty knife clean, and as sheathing it back, held it silently in her hand, following the sound’s direction.
Soon, she was getting nearer and their voices became increasingly clear.
"Eastlandia Forces are everywhere; the desert is too easy to spot us, where should we go?"
"If only we’d kept heading south, we wouldn’t have ended up in Eastlandia."
"Who knew they would be this insistent?"
Listening to the voice, Flossie determined the number of people and confirmed their identity through the information.
Fugitives, wanted, three people, with Eastlandia Forces searching for them, and armed with lethal weapons.
Gathering this information, Flossie finally approached, clearly seeing their presence.
Very familiar.
With just a glance, Flossie’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Before she had time to identify them, her gaze suddenly shifted to the objects beside them.
Food has arrived!
— End of Chapter 1728 —