She gazed at her hands, which had toiled on the land alongside her parents’. They were coarse and sallow, and the sight of them made her temper flare.

How is Charlotte that fortunate to have been adopted by the Field family?

Her anger and jealousy grew the more she thought about it.

Amidst her resentment, she drifted off to sleep.

At the first light of dawn, the rain, having poured unceasingly for the past couple of days, finally showed signs of stopping. As the downpour slowed to a drizzle, the pattering gave way to a steady, discordant drip.

Some of the early risers in the camp had already begun their morning drills when Ashlyn and Lucas returned.

When they passed the stove, Lucas saw several familiar faces.

Upon closer inspection, he frowned.

“Are those the chefs from the Imperial Hotel?”

vegetables in the pan, one of them called out

easy with the seasoning,

roared with boisterous laughter. “Don’t worry,

joined

more familiar faces as they ventured deeper. A few servers of the Imperial Hotel were engaged in a

they waiters? What

even know how to use the instruments. Very adeptly too,

perturb Ashlyn. “Oh, their thesis relates to geology. Usually, they would fool around in the Imperial Hotel and head to work when it was time for them to get busy.

in his tracks and gazed at her in disbelief. “Your staff

no experts. They merely dabble in geology,” Ashlyn replied, still in the same

Hotel in a heated debate with several of the

frames. In the meantime, we’ll put up some temporary shelters that won’t take up space or collapse from the

glasses with a solemn expression. “Indeed. Winston is right. We must first build such structures before planning the reconstruction. Reconstruction is crucial and

be done if we all work together,” another young

guard became

matter of building a house, isn’t it? Let’s go. I’m sleepy. I want

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