Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 210: Smith family situation

While the military discussed their upcoming plans to station troops in the area, Ethan, on the other side, chatted casually with one of his fellow soldiers.

After a while, a middle-aged woman approached him, smiling warmly as she recognized her benefactor.

"I never thought I’d see you here again," she said, looking at Ethan with deep gratitude.

She was the same woman they had helped during that brief encounter on the bridge in City B.

Back then, Elena had given her some well water to save her husband, and afterward, they had returned to City C. Beyond that, Ethan didn’t know what had happened to them.

"It’s good to see you doing well, madam. How is your husband?" Ethan asked kindly.

He had noticed her earlier, managing the supply orders—likely part of the military logistics team—but had hesitated to greet her, unsure if she still remembered them.

It would have been awkward if she didn’t.

"He’s doing well, thanks to your medicine. Now he’s in charge of the evacuation around this area. How is Elena?" Jenna asked.

"My wife is fine, and she’d be delighted to see you again, madam."

"Then, I’ll visit her later."

"Alright."

Ethan then invited his acquaintances, along with General Reid, to join them for dinner later.

At first, they declined, saying food was scarce and they felt too ashamed to accept.

However, with Ethan’s insistence, they finally agreed—planning to bring their own supplies just in case.

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Meanwhile, inside one of the units of Building B at the evacuation center, the Smith family was having a heated argument over their food supplies.

"No food again? I worked my butt off all night, and you didn’t even save anything for me!" Vivian snapped, glaring at her parents.

She had been trying to find decent work around the evacuation center.

For, she didn’t want to go back to selling her body, like she once did at the Blackshear Hotel.

But working for the government was exhausting, and the pay was so low it barely covered one meal a day.

Her parents couldn’t accept the situation.

Starving and desperate, they pressured her to find someone who could provide more food—just like before.

They kept nagging her, crying at every chance, and even Marc, her fiancé, didn’t mind that she had to sleep with others for food.

He completely supported it. In the end, feeling cornered by everything, she gave in once again.

Every night, she had to accompany high-ranking officials, forced to please them and treated like a toy.

At first, she felt proud that she could provide food for her parents and Marc.

But as time passed and the officials grew more violent, she couldn’t take it anymore.

The pride faded, and resentment grew. Slowly, she began to see her parents as a burden.

Still, raised to be an obedient daughter under their influence, she felt tied to her duty to help her parents.

"What are you angry about? Just go eat at the officials’ unit," Uncle William snapped, glaring at her. "Tsk. I bet you’re eating well over there anyway, so there’s no need to fight over the scraps here in our unit."

"The food I bring back is already my payment! They don’t serve me meals at their table!" Vivian shouted, her anger rising as the image of being used by multiple men flooded her mind.

"No need to get upset. I’ll cook some noodles for you," Mrs. Smith said softly, trying to ease the tension.

Every day was the same—always fighting over food.

But Mrs. Smith knew that if she didn’t calm her daughter down, Vivian might get angry and stop working for them.

"Then cook more and add some meat. How else am I supposed to please that old man later?" Vivian replied, her tone easing as her anger cooled.

For now, that old official was generous and gave her plenty of food.

The only price—she had to sleep with three people sometimes.

The old man would offer her to his subordinates, watching as they used her for their pleasure.

Soon after, the food was ready. But just as Vivian was about to sit down and eat, someone knocked at the door. freewёbnoνel.com

Mrs. Smith, not in the mood to deal with anyone, peeped through the hole.

But when she saw it was Marc’s mother standing outside, she instantly tensed and hesitated to open the door.

Over the past few days, Mrs. Blackwood kept coming to their unit, mooching off their food.

She always claimed that since her son was with Vivian, they were all family, so there was no need to separate things between them.

Mrs. Smith was furious at this shameless woman, but what made her even angrier was how her daughter was still completely lovestruck by Marc.

With just one word from him, Vivian would agree to anything, no matter how ridiculous.

The knocking continued, but Mrs. Smith ignored it.

Vivian, already in a bad mood, snapped, "Who is it, Mom? Tell them to stop!"

Soon, a voice called from behind the door.

"Vivian, it’s me—your mother-in-law. Open the door," Mrs. Blackwood demanded.

Hearing that, Vivian immediately rushed to open it, completely ignoring her mother’s glare.

"Aunt, you’re here! Come in! Where’s Marc?" she asked eagerly.

"He’s still at work. What are you eating?" Mrs. Blackwood replied, her eyes quickly landing on the steaming noodles and meat on the table.

"Aunt, come, let’s eat together," Vivian said gently, taking her hand and guiding her to the table with affection.

Seeing this, Mrs. Smith was on the verge of snapping, but she held herself back.

However, when she heard her daughter’s ridiculous request to cook more food for that shameless woman, she finally lost control.

"What do you mean? We don’t have any food left! And she’s not our responsibility! Let her son feed her!" Mrs. Smith shouted.

"In-laws, why are you like this? My son accepted your daughter even though she sleeps with other men, ruining his reputation. He still treats Vivian with love. Can’t you at least repay us for the shame we’ve endured?" Mrs. Blackwood fired back.

"You..." Mrs. Smith was speechless.

"Mom, please don’t be so stingy. Aunt is right... Marc has been really good to me, even after everything I did that hurt him," Vivian said, her voice soft with guilt.

Mrs. Smith was at a loss for words.

She turned her glare on Mrs. Blackwood, who smirked back at her proudly.

Provoked beyond reason, Mrs. Smith lunged forward, grabbed her hair, and began slapping her without holding back.

The scene quickly turned into chaos as the two mothers fought, screaming and pulling at each other.

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