Chapter 1172
The next day.
A sleek, heavily modified black luxury SUV rolled over the heavily rutted dirt roads, finally pulling into a desolate, impoverished village.
The backcountry where Old Mrs. Wynn used to live was painfully remote, the kind of place barely registered on modern GPS.
The winding roads were treacherous.
The paths leading in were little more than dirt trails carved out by decades of villagers walking the same routes.
Serena parked the SUV a short distance from the village entrance.
The road ahead was too narrow for the vehicle to pass.
Stepping out.
Serena was dressed simply in a crisp white T-shirt and black trousers.
She wore a black baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, a faded canvas bag slung casually over one shoulder.
Yet, the cold, radiant, and utterly dominant aura she naturally exuded felt starkly out of place in such a decaying, impoverished setting.
She walked at a steady pace down the muddy path until she reached the village entrance.
Only when she looked up at the weathered wooden sign marking the settlement did she stop.
She hadn’t returned to this place in four years.
The moment she stepped past the threshold, the sound of aggressive shouting hit her.
“That’s mine! I saw it first p>
“Bullshit! I had my hands on it p>
Serena raised her eyes.
Down in the muddy ditch, two men were violently wrestling over a few dirty sweet potatoes.
They were completely covered in grime, looking absolutely feral.
Serena recognized them instantly.
The once impossibly arrogant eldest son, Benedict Wynn, and the formerly entitled playboy, Logan Wynn.
One used to wear tailored designer suits, while the other spent his days chasing socialites and luxury.
Now, they were brawling in the mud over root vegetables.
Throwing punches and screaming insults at each other for a scrap of food.
“Let go of it, I dug this one up!” Logan shoved Benedict viciously in the chest.
“Back off! I’m your older brother! You
haven’t worked a day in this field
?!ä»–
what ght do you have to eat p>
to eat?
Benedict kicked him hard in the shin without an ounce of hesitation.
The two of them rolled through the thick mud, throwing wild punches.
They looked utterly pathetic.
“Enough! Shut the hell up and get back to work!” Patrick Wynn, who was attempting
to hoe a small patch of dirt nearby, roared in frustration.
As he yelled, he shot a venomous glare at the woman standing next to him. “Tell them to shut their mouths, the noise is giving me a migraine p>
The woman flinched, instinctively shrinking back as she nervously wiped the sweat from her forehead.
It was Patrick Wynn, the man who used to sit in a sprawling Vaelion City penthouse barking orders.
And Marianne Wynn, the woman who once prided herself on her flawless elegance, her hands having never seen a day of hard labor.
Now, they were both caked in filth, their hair graying and completely disheveled.
In just a few short months, they looked as though they had aged fifteen years.
The village wasn’t large.
Serena knew she would inevitably run into the Wynns by coming here.
She just hadn’t expected p>
She hadn’t expected them to be living quite this miserably.
Not a single ripple of emotion crossed Serena’s face.
Her expression remained entirely detached as she continued her walk into the village.
Suddenly, Marianne froze.
She stared blankly at the familiar, slender silhouette approaching them. “S… Serena p>
Marianne’s voice trembled, refusing to believe her own eyes.
Hearing that name.
The two brothers brawling in the mud, and Patrick, who had been aggressively
massaging his aching lower back, all froze instantly.
They snapped their heads up, following Marianne’s gaze.
The moment they saw Serena, their eyes widened in absolute shock.
Then.
A feverish, desperate glimmer of hope erupted in their dull, exhausted eyes.
“Serena! Serena p>
Logan dropped the sweet potato he
had fought so hard for and practically scrambled on his hands and knees to get to her You came. back to get us, didn’t you?! You’re here to take us back to Vaelion City p>
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Marianne threw down the rotting cabbage leaves in her hands and stumbled wildly toward her “Serena! My precious daughter knew it knew you wouldn’t just abandon us p>