Chapter 290


    Ste''s tongue was as sharp as a de.


    Bran grimaced. His sanity on the brink, he had hoped for a peaceful hunting trip in the mountains to


    clear his mind, but all he found were demons lurking in the old forest.


    Ignoring him, Ste ordered someone to bring Bentley in.


    Bentley entered with the same cold and highborn demeanor, as if he were a sculpture. Bran couldn’t


    bear to see him like this. “Bentley, don’t overthink it. That girl merely looks like Lindsay. She can’t


    possibly be her. Think about it, her legs were broken and she was swept away by a hurricane.


    There’s no way she could still be alive.”


    Bentley remained silent, lost in his own world.


    Ste couldn’t understand Bentley’s obsession. He tormented himself over the loss of his girl. He


    was so consumed with grief that he seemed to be punishing himself.


    She had decided to use anesthesia, but it seemed a waste on him. So, she began stitching.


    “Ah!!!”


    Bentley sharply inhaled as his eyes shed murderously. Well, apparently he could feel pain.


    Ste watched him coldly. “Do you need anesthesia?”


    Bentley inhaled sharply again, his mouth twitching. “Yes, a little.”


    “It''s just a surface wound. The pain is nothingpared to a broken bone.”


    Bentley, covered in blood and being provoked by Ste, was silent.


    After over an hour of stitching and patching up, they were finally done. The Porras family had plenty


    of medical supplies. Ste even prepared medicine for the mastiff. Then, she got up to leave.


    The head of the family, Shane, spoke up. “Ste, we really owe you one.”


    “It was no trouble.” Ste gave a polite smile. “I owed a favor to Bran. It was only right to repay it.”


    Shane understood but continued to thank her. Regardless, if they hadn’t found a suitable doctor in


    time, they would have had to go through the trouble of sending them to the official base.


    Indeed, those living in Building 50 were not ordinary people. It was worth investing so much effort to


    befriend them.


    Derick personally escorted her out, his attitude aplete contrast to before. “Take care, Ste.”


    The moment Ste left, Shane closed the door and turned on his son.


    “Dad, don’t... don’t hit me, ow.”


    Not long after they returned home, there was another knock at the door. Another patient came


    seeking medical help.


    As it turned out, it wasn''t just Bentley and Bran who had gone hunting in the mountains. Several


    other young men from the residential area had also been injured. Upon learning that Ste had


    medical skills, they immediately sought her out.


    The person who came was a servant from the Vice Chairwoman’s family, saying that their young


    son was also injured and hoped that Ste could help treat him.


    Ste found it amusing. The Vice Chairwoman had led the charge in ostracizing her. Where did they


    get the nerve?


    She didn’t bother with them and instead sat down to enjoy her meal, whichprised of braised


    pork knuckles, crabs, and shrimp in oil.


    The servant left, and soon after, the Vice Chairwoman herself came over. Unfortunately for her, the


    doors and windows were soundproof, so no one paid her any mind.


    The next day, the mastiff returned, bringing not only its food but also its medicine. It brought extra


    doses, including anesthetics and antibiotics, likely as a thank you for Ste.


    Given the Porras family’s disy, they clearly intended to maintain good rtions with Ste. She


    considered it and epted their offer.


    Although she preferred to keep to herself, she couldn''t deny the influence of the Porras family in


    Griffith. As long as they didn''t harbor any ill intentions towards her, she was open to asional


    interactions.


    Who knows, she might even get a helicopter out of it one day?


    Ste was curious. “Can you fly a helicopter?”


    Jasper answered, “Yes.”


    Ste was incredulous. “Is there anything you can''t do?”


    Jasper wasn''t boastful. “Our unit regrly selects outstanding talents forprehensive training.”


    Ste threw a walnut at him. “You''re so smug.”


    With the two of them alone, Jasper had no reason to be shy. “If someone as outstanding as me is


    attracted to you, doesn''t that mean you''re even more outstanding?”


    Ste couldn''t help butugh. “Jasper, you’re such a flirt.”


    After sessfully getting into Ste''s good graces, the mastiff didn’t just visit daily, even dragging


    the wheelchair-bound Bran along.


    Ste frowned. “You’re injured and you’re bouncing around the neighborhood. Aren’t you


    ashamed?”


    “Only you can make me feel ashamed.”


    Ste didn’t bother arguing. Once she saw that his wounds were healing nicely, she removed his


    stitches and sent him on his way.


    Bran examined the structure of Ste''s walls. “Ste, I heard the eternal night ising. Do you


    think I should build a wall around my house?”


    “Whether you build one is none of my business.”


    “You’re so cold. You saved my life once. Who knows, you might save it again?”


    Ste retorted, “What''s in it for me?”


    Bran looked hurt. “You''re so pragmatic.”


    “Would you prefer if I talked about sentiment?”


    Seeing his persistence, Ste gave him a piece of advice. “Don''t bother. A wall might keep out


    external threats, but what about the ones from within?”


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    Branughed it off, but after thinking it over, his smile froze. She meant that during the eternal night,


    there would be chaos, and the Porras family had quite a few servants and bodyguards.


    He didn''t dare think further. It sent chills down his spine.


    Bran forced a smile and left in a hurry.


    ...


    In the evening, Austin arrived, carrying over ten pounds of beef and half a sheep.


    The wealthy were easy to profit from. Skincare products were hotmodities and cigarettes even


    more so.


    However, fresh meat was hard toe by. He had gone to great lengths to barter for it.


    He also brought news. “I heard the eternal night might being. We need to prepare.”


    Ste feigned surprise. “Who did you hear that from?”


    “I saw the city installing streetlights on my way back. What else could it be?”


    No wonder his business ventures were so sessful. Ste admired his insight. “I''ve heard the


    same thing. It''s likely to happen in the next few months.”


    Thanks to almost two years of perpetual daylight, despite the harsh climate, survivors had been


    given a chance to catch their breath.


    The city had called together technical experts to establish waste power nts andrge biogas


    nts. Many units were already using them. However, due to the scarcity of technical civilization


    and rted materials after rounds of natural disasters, they couldn''t be widely promoted.


    If there was lighting, it could serve as a deterrent against the evils of the eternal night.


    Austin couldn''t help but worry. “If the eternal night reallyes, what should we do?”


    Ste gave a friendly advice, "Stock up well, fortify your homes, sharpen your knives, and try not to


    go out if it''s not necessary."


    For Austin, this was not a challenge. Even if he stopped doing business, he had enough supplies to


    last for a decade. But what about Monkey and his crew?


    No, he had to warn them in advance.


    "By the way, I know how to get hold of fish andmbs. Are you guys interested?"