Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies
Chapter 220: It’s time to end the drama

Chapter 220: It’s time to end the drama

Mrs. Smith and Uncle William kept trying to persuade Elena, but she had already tuned them out—their voices were getting more annoying by the second.

She gave them vague nods in response, which only made their frustration worse.

When the food was finally ready, Ethan quickly served it to Elena.

Naturally, she made a show of placing the meat right in front of her—exactly where the Smith couple could see it—making them drool with envy.

"Aunt, Uncle, why don’t you order some too?" she asked sweetly, pretending to be concerned.

The couple just stared at Elena with greedy eyes, locked onto the dishes, clearly wishing they could take them for themselves.

Elena smirked and slowly lifted a piece of meat onto her plate, raising her fork just enough for them to see the juicy slice.

But before she could take a bite, a wave of nausea swept over her.

Still, she kept her expression calm, showing no hint of discomfort.

It felt like the baby in her belly didn’t like food from outside.

If this had been her past life, she would’ve gobbled up the meal without a second thought.

She sighed.

’Baby, don’t be picky,’ she muttered inwardly.

But the little one protested, sending three gentle bursts of spiritual energy in response.

She chuckled softly, unable to ignore the baby’s reaction.

Since the baby clearly didn’t want the food, she chose to listen.

Noticing the change in her, Ethan quickly reached out through [Telepathy], worry evident in his thoughts.

"Wife, are you okay?"

"Hmph, the baby just doesn’t like the food."

"Then don’t force yourself. Should we have it packed?"

"Alright."

Ethan was about to call the stall owner to pack the dishes when the Smith couple suddenly rushed over to snatch the food on the table.

Instinctively, he pulled his wife protectively to his side.

Seeing their shameless act, Elena sneered, unwilling to let them succeed.

Without hesitation, she kicked the table, causing it to tip over and crash to the ground, taking the dishes with it.

The Smith couple, caught off guard as they leaned in, lost their balance when the table collapsed beneath them.

Unable to steady themselves, they fell along with it, landing in a messy heap on the floor—dishes scattered and splattered all over their clothes.

Standing tall with a face full of mockery, Elena looked down at them sprawled on the floor.

"Aunt, if you wanted the food so badly, you didn’t have to snatch it like a dog," she taunted.

"You... if you had just given it to us, this wouldn’t have happened," Mrs. Smith snapped, finally dropping the act.

She glared at Elena while eyeing the juicy meat now lying on the ground.

Even though her daughter sometimes brought home a bit of meat, it was never enough to satisfy her hunger.

"So you’re blaming me now, aunt? Tsk, what a waste of food," Elena replied, her voice thick with scorn.

Mrs. Smith ignored her, then grabbed the fallen food, stuffing it into her clothes, afraid someone else might snatch it.

Elena raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with contempt. Her once-elegant aunt now looked like a desperate beggar.

Her gaze turned cold, and a quiet laugh slipped from her lips as she watched their pathetic state.

Closing her eyes, she began plotting her next move.

’It’s time to end this revenge,’ she thought, a dark smile creeping across her lips.

"Let’s go, husband," she said, quickly paying for the dishes and the damaged table.

She offered a polite apology after noticing the stall owner’s angry expression.

To her surprise, the stall owner attitude changed completely. With a wide smile, he accepted the jade payment without a single complaint.

Elena settled everything, letting the couple enjoy what she intended to be their one last meal.

As she and Ethan were about to head upstairs, Uncle William suddenly shouted after them.

Demanding compensation for their stained clothes, which were now soaked and leaving them shivering from the cold.

"Where are you going? You bitch—aren’t you going to help us after making this mess?" he barked, finally dropping all pretense.

Elena ignored him completely, walking away calmly with Ethan by her side.

In a fit of anger, Uncle William lunged forward, trying to grab her.

But before he could even touch her, Ethan turned and kicked him hard, sending him rolling back to where Mrs. Smith was still slumped on the floor.

"Mr. Smith, disrespect my wife again, and you’ll face the consequences," he warned, his eyes sharp and fierce, ready to strike again if needed.

He then turned to Elena, took her hand, and calmly walked upstairs with her.

Seeing the commotion, Jetro quickly stepped in to restore order.

He cleaned up the mess left behind by Ethan and Elena, then dragged the Smith couple out of the building for causing a scene.

"Let go of me! It’s not our fault!" they shouted, struggling against the patrol.

The Smith couple kept cursing, blaming Elena for everything.

But under Jetro’s orders, the patrol team tossed them out, leaving them to shiver in the cold, fuming with rage.

Meanwhile, Elena and Ethan found a secluded spot and entered the space.

"Wife, do you still feel nauseous?" Ethan asked with concern.

"I’m fine now," she replied, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

Then, with a hint of coldness in her voice, she added, "Let’s visit my aunt later this evening."

Ethan’s eyes widened—she was finally ready to take her revenge.

She had once told him about a dream where a girl was betrayed by her aunt and uncle.

Though she never admitted the girl was herself, Ethan had always known it was her.

He had wanted to take revenge on her behalf, but he held back, understanding that she wanted to do it her way.

"Alright. I’ll ask Jetro to get close to the Government Evacuation area later. But first, let’s take a nap. You’ve had a long day."

"Hmmp, I want to nap in the flower garden near the park," she said softly, her voice filled with longing for the beauty and peace of that place.

Ethan agreed, and the two of them teleported away.

She then brought out a mantle for their bedding and lay down, using Ethan’s arm as a pillow.

He had offered it willingly—wanting to hold her close later.

Surrounded by beautiful flowers and their gentle fragrance, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

Ethan, however, didn’t sleep.

He watched her quietly, memorizing every detail of her face.

Gently, he caressed her belly, whispering softly to the baby to show his presence, hoping to form a bond even before their little one arrived.

******

Jetro stood near the Government Evacuation Center, shivering from the cold as he waited for a group of refugees to arrive so he could slip in among them.

Once inside, he scanned the area, noting the officers walking around as he searched for a secluded spot to contact Ethan.

"Ethan, I’m already inside the evacuation center, near the unit you wanted to enter."

"Alright, wait a second—we’ll exit at your location now."

A moment later, Elena and Ethan appeared beside him.

Upon seeing them, Jetro quickly briefed them about the center’s security.

He explained that the system was riddled with loopholes, and the officers were far too lax in their duties.

"No one questioned me when I came in," he said, then gestured toward a specific direction. "Their unit is over there."

"You two stay here. I’ll use my [Blink] skill to get in quietly," Elena informed.

She then activated her [Blink] skill and teleported into the bathroom of the unit.

Inside, she was immediately greeted by the sound of shouting—women were arguing, fighting over supplies, and cursing loudly.

At first, she assumed it was Mrs. Smith and Vivian.

But when she peeked out and saw the other woman involved, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

It was none other than Mrs. Blackwood.

These two women—once best friends in her past life—were now grappling with each other, pulling hair and slapping faces.

The scene was even more ridiculous than Elena had imagined. Once in-laws, they had now turned into fierce enemies.

"Why are you still coming into our unit?" Mrs. Smith shouted, clearly fed up.

"Of course, to visit my daughter-in-law," Mrs. Blackwood replied smugly, crossing her arms with defiance.

"Get out, you leech! You keep taking our supplies. Tell your son to feed you. By the way, where is he? I haven’t seen him in days."

A flicker of panic crossed Mrs. Blackwood’s face. Her son, Marc, had vanished, leaving her in a vulnerable position.

But she quickly covered it up.

"He’s busy—out looking for supplies," she replied, trying to sound casual.

Then she switched topics, "In-laws, do you still have some supplies? Just lend me a little. Once my son returns, I’ll pay you back."

"Get lost," Mrs. Smith snapped.

"Why should I? Vivian told me to treat this unit like it’s mine!" Mrs. Blackwood shot back.

"You shameless woman! I’ll kill you!" Mrs. Smith screamed.

And just like that, the chaos started again. The two women clashed, grabbing at each other and slapping wildly.

Elena watched the scene with amusement, barely holding back a laugh.

She then summoned Ethan and Jetro into the unit, gesturing for them to stay quiet.

She was about to start the real show.

With a clap of her hands, she drew everyone’s attention.

"Don’t mind me. You two go ahead—I’m just here to enjoy the show," she said mockingly, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, she summoned her majestic chair and sat down like a queen, ready to enjoy the drama unfolding before her.