Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies
Chapter 221: Revenge served

Chapter 221: Revenge served

The two women froze mid-fight and turned toward the dimly lit corner, where a woman sat elegantly on an antique chair.

Her gaze was sharp and cold, as if they were nothing more than prey waiting to be devoured.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Smith asked, eyeing her with caution.

Elena tilted her head slightly.

"I said I’m just here to watch the show. It’s quite entertaining, especially when you’re slapping each other like a shrew."

"Show yourself! How did you get in here? Are you a thief?" Mrs. Smith barked, her voice rising in panic.

"So many questions," Elena replied coldly.

Without another word, she pulled out her whip and cracked it toward them.

"Arghh! Thief! What are you doing?!" Mrs. Smith screamed in pain as the lash struck her shoulder, leaving a stinging red mark.

Elena didn’t respond.

She kept hitting them, each strike making them fall to the ground.

Her whip cracked sharply, and the pain made them twist in agony.

At first, they tried to threaten her, but when their words had no effect, they began to panic.

They scrambled to escape the unit and call for help, but each time they tried to stand, Elena struck again, never giving them a chance to recover.

"P-please stop! Take whatever you want from the unit... Aaahh!" Mrs. Blackwood cried, her voice breaking as she whimpered in pain.

Mrs. Smith glared at her, her fingers twitching with the desire to slap her for daring to act like this unit was hers to offer.

"Shameless woman! Offer your own supplies, not ours!" she shouted.

The thought of losing their stockpile—their only means of survival—sent her into a panic.

Elena raised an eyebrow, amused that they still had the energy to bicker.

Without hesitation, she continued her punishment, each lash falling harder than the last.

Soon, their screams and desperate cries echoed throughout the unit, a haunting chorus of suffering.

Elena wasn’t worried about anyone hearing them.

The residents nearby were too wrapped up in their own struggles to care.

Fights like this were nothing new in places like this.

What puzzled Elena was that Uncle William had not yet noticed the chaos unfolding in their unit.

He was likely sleeping soundly in his room, completely unaware that his fate would be sealed tonight.

Soon after, Elena finally finished her act. She walked with calm poise and stood before the two women.

When they clearly saw the face of the woman behind their suffering, their expressions froze in disbelief.

They never expected Elena—someone they once looked down on—to become so cold and merciless.

Her sharp, emotionless eyes sent chills down their spines.

"You... wretch! Why are you doing this?" Mrs. Smith screamed, her voice hoarse from pain.

Struggling to regain her composure, she shot a glare and demanded an answer.

But Elena didn’t speak.

She simply continued the lashing, believing her aunt still hadn’t had enough. So, she granted her wish.

Slash!Slash!Slash!

Beside her, Mrs. Blackwood couldn’t endure the pain any longer. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at Elena with fear.

"My son will be back later! I’ll give you all the supplies he collects—just let me go!" she begged, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Your son, Marc?"

"Yes! Yes!" Mrs. Blackwood cried.

Elena let out a chilling laugh, her voice cold.

"He’s dead."

The words struck Mrs. Blackwood like lightning. She shook her head in denial, refusing to believe it.

Seeing her reaction, Elena added with a mocking tone.

"You don’t believe me? Heh... how long has he been gone? Deep down, you’ve already sensed it, haven’t you? He is dead."

"Wretch! I’ll kill you!" Mrs. Blackwood shrieked in madness.

Despite her injuries, she staggered to her feet and charged at Elena.

Before she could get close, Elena calmly activated her [Spatial Slash].

In an instant, Mrs. Blackwood’s arms were severed. Blood sprayed across the floor and walls.

Then, a blood-curdling scream escaped her lips as she stared at her limbs in disbelief—then collapsed, unconscious.

Elena chuckled, unbothered by the mess.

In her past life, this woman had always sided with Mrs. Smith.

The two of them constantly schemed, trying to tear her away from the Caldwell family so they could sell her to high-ranking officials.

Since Grandpa Caldwell and Ethan had always protected her, they couldn’t get close.

Instead, they shifted their focus to Ethan, who frequently left for missions in Military D.

They drugged his food during one of those trips, hoping to create a scene where he’d appear unfaithful.

But Ethan had a strong will. He resisted the drug’s effects and escaped their trap, ruining their plans.

When Elena learned about this, she nearly disfigured her own pretty face, hoping it would make them leave her and the Caldwells alone.

But Ethan stopped her, promising to become stronger—for their sake.

Back in the present, Elena exhaled deeply and pushed the memory aside.

She turned to Mrs. Smith, who was frozen in place, staring blankly at the pool of blood.

Just as she looked ready to faint, Elena snapped her whip again—jolting her awake with a harsh strike.

"Aunt, don’t faint. I’m not done yet," Elena said with a sinister smile, her voice soft like a devil’s whisper.

"Don’t come near me. You’re a monster... d-dooon’t come near me!"

Mrs. Smith trembled uncontrollably, her fear evident as she sensed just how much Elena had changed.

"You’re not Elena! Who are you?" she cried, shrinking back, eyes wide with terror.

Elena’s heart almost skipped a beat, and for a moment, she nearly admitted it—she wasn’t the same Elena they once knew.

This new version of Elena had been reborn, and now, she had come to collect her debt.

"What are you talking about, Aunt? I’m still me. I’ve just changed—for the better. Do you like my transformation?"

"No... You’re definitely not her. I can feel it. I’ve lived with you for years. You may have the same body, but your attitude, your eyes, your presence—"

Before she could finish, Elena struck again.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

"I don’t care what you think of me. But today, I’ll make sure you bleed plenty."

"You’re a demon! A monster! Ahhhhh!"

Just as Mrs. Smith was about to faint again, Elena paused and turned to Ethan, who had been silently watching her vent her fury.

"Husband, give her some water. I don’t want her to die just yet."

Ethan agreed without hesitation and was about to force-feed her the well water when Jetro stepped forward and volunteered instead.

He tossed over a bottle of the newly formulated Paradise well water—known to stop bleeding instantly—then walked to his wife’s side and gently took the whip from her hand.

He could feel that this time, her anger was different.

It wasn’t just irritation—it was deep, genuine fury.

A kind of rage that came from being gravely wronged, with no room left for forgiveness.

"Wife, let me handle the slashing. Just sit back, alright?"

Elena nodded. "Okay. Please interrogate her—see if she knows anything about my mother’s background."

She wanted to know if they had ever learned something about her real mother’s identity—maybe her father or Grandpa had mentioned something in the past.

Soon after, Mrs. Smith felt the sharp pain in her body fade, replaced by sudden relief.

She blinked, confused at how the pain had stopped so suddenly.

But before she could think too deeply, another lash tore through the air and struck her.

She gasped, looking up to see two blurry figures—one standing beside Elena, and the other dragging away the corpse of Mrs. Blackwood, who had already bled to death.

"You... Why are you here?" Mrs. Smith asked, looking at Ethan with growing fear.

Ethan stared back coldly and replied in a calm, firm voice, "I go wherever my wife goes."

He then stepped forward. "Let me ask you some questions—and you will answer honestly. If not, I’ll whip the truth out of you."

"No... please, no whipping! I beg you. Ask anything," she cried, trembling.

"What do you know about my wife’s mother?"

Mrs. Smith’s eyes widened.

She avoided Ethan’s gaze and answered in a shaky voice, "I don’t know much. Your father said she was an orphan. That’s all."

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Ethan struck without hesitation, certain she was lying.

"Stop! Stop! I’ll tell you!" she screamed in pain.

But Ethan didn’t stop immediately—she had been warned, and yet she dared to lie.

After a few seconds, he asked again, his voice flat, "Are you ready to talk now?"

"I don’t know anything more! But... before your parents died in the accident, someone was trying to take your mother away from your father. I don’t know who they were," she confessed in panic, looking at Elena.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Do you know anything about the accident? Were you involved with that person?"

"I... I... Of course not! How could I ever do something like that to my brother-in-law and sister-in-law?" she stammered, attempting to sound sincere, though her trembling voice betrayed her.

Slash!

Another strike.

Ethan’s expression darkened. He turned to look at Elena, a heavy thought weighing on his heart.

’Could it be... her parents’ death wasn’t an accident after all?’

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