Chapter 453: Suits Her Just Fine
Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Suits Her Just Fine
"..."
’Do Space Superpower Users who’ve gone simple-minded love dropping supplies this much?’
Nina Jacobs had Wayne Warner close the door and stand guard inside.
"Do you know your name?"
Nina Jacobs asked tentatively.
Han Lewis produced another five-pack of instant noodles, then shakily traced something in the air with his finger.
"Your name is Han Lewis. Do you remember Ambrose White?"
Nina Jacobs asked again.
However, after she asked this question, Han Lewis suddenly became extremely aggressive.
He angrily tried to charge at Nina Jacobs.
With a swift movement, Wayne Warner pinned him against the wall.
"Ambrose White is dead."
After Nina Jacobs said this, the struggling Han Lewis finally quieted down.
’He really can understand.’
Han Lewis seemed to harbor a deep hatred for Ambrose White.
Nina Jacobs really hadn’t expected the "Healing Potion" to be capable of breaking the Puppetry Technique.
Yesterday, Han Lewis had no idea who he was.
But now, he not only remembered himself but also Ambrose White.
Just then, the sound of other people came from outside the door.
It was Miss Quincy, Laura Quincy, whom Arcadia White had sent to deliver dinner yesterday.
"You’d better act like you did before. If they find out you’ve recovered some, they definitely won’t let you go."
Nina Jacobs didn’t know how much Han Lewis could understand, but she still gave him a quick warning.
Laura Quincy was holding a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them open as she stood outside the door. "Mrs. White wants you to go to the main courtyard."
"Is something the matter?" Nina Jacobs asked, looking at the stout Laura Quincy.
The people of Whittaker Town all seemed to eat well; even the laborers looked like they had plenty of fat on them.
"It’s definitely great news. You’ll know when you get there."
Laura Quincy walked away with a smile.
Nina Jacobs had Wayne Warner move all the supplies Han Lewis had produced into her room, then stored them in her system’s inventory.
It wasn’t that she wanted these things, but rather that she didn’t want anyone to notice something was off with Han Lewis.
Outside the main courtyard, things already seemed lively.
"Damn it! I don’t know who stole and ate that can of sardines I’ve been saving for so long. And my stash of instant noodles, crackers..."
Julian Sutton grumbled.
Today was the day they were heading out.
General Hughes looked ready to depart.
"Julian Sutton, maybe you shouldn’t go. Getting so fat will make others jealous if they see you, hahaha."
Someone in the crowd joked.
"I’m a Strength Element Superpower User. We’re supposed to eat a lot, got a problem with that?"
Julian Sutton huffed.
This time, they were going out with General Hughes on business. He had already prepared some high-calorie food to bring, but his favorites had all vanished.
At this moment, Nina Jacobs walked over, with a figure trailing behind her in the distance.
It was Han Lewis.
Julian Sutton suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at Han Lewis, cursing:
"Did you steal my stuff? Give it back now or I’ll beat you to death!"
Before he could finish speaking, a heavy fist had already smashed into Han Lewis.
As if used to being beaten, Han Lewis quickly curled into a ball, letting out babbling whimpers.
Just as Julian Sutton was about to throw another punch with all his might, his wrist was caught.
Seeing Julian Sutton completely unable to move, everyone stared in astonishment.
Julian Sutton was an outstanding Strength Element Superpower User; no one should have been able to stop his punch. Yet, Wayne Warner had easily blocked his attack.
"Mrs. White told me to watch him. What happens if you beat him to death?"
Nina Jacobs said at this point.
"Julian Sutton! Have you forgotten what I told you before?"
Arcadia White appeared just in time. Julian Sutton wanted to retract his arm, but he found himself held fast, completely unable to move.
Only when Nina Jacobs spoke did Wayne Warner let go.
"Mrs. White, I just forgot for a moment."
Julian Sutton endured the pain in his wrist.
’This outsider’s strength could not only neutralize mine but also hurt me like this?!’
But with so many people watching, he had to pretend nothing was wrong to save face.
"Miss Quincy, take Han Lewis over there."
Arcadia White ordered.
General Hughes also walked over.
"Nina Jacobs, I have some urgent business to attend to. You and Wayne Warner will stay here for now and follow Mrs. White’s arrangements."
"Alright."
Nina Jacobs answered without hesitation.
Staying behind suited her just fine.
She also noticed that General Hughes was taking more than twenty Superpower Users with him this time.
Julian Sutton and Diana Tate were among them.
’I remember Diana Tate is supposed to be one of the first wife’s people. It seems the couple is still unaware.’
"Julia, Daddy has to go take care of work now. You have to be a good girl here, understand? If I come back and hear you’ve done something bad again, don’t blame Daddy for spanking you too hard."
General Hughes didn’t forget to warn Julia Hughes.
His daughter was still too willful and spoiled. If she still had this kind of temperament when she grew up, she would surely suffer for it.
However, he planned to properly discipline his daughter after he finished all his business and returned to Whittaker Town.
With a sullen little face, Julia Hughes stood beside Arcadia White and nodded. "I know, Daddy. Julia won’t do anything bad."
General Hughes still seemed worried and gave Arcadia White a few more instructions.
And just then, on the wooden tracks nearby, a wooden-wheeled cart slowly approached.
The wooden-wheeled cart stopped at the end of the tracks with a harsh clatter.
Immediately after, a group of people got off the cart.
"Flynn is back! Are you hurt?"
Raymond White walked forward and asked with concern.
Flynn White was quickly surrounded by a crowd, including the First Madam, Chuck Willow, who grabbed him with concern.
But soon, someone in the crowd cried out in alarm.
Because the group of people following behind Flynn White all appeared to be covered in blood.
"I’m fine," Flynn White said. "They’re just minor injuries. Take them to be treated. I need to rest."
"Even minor injuries must be treated! Quick, have Irwing get ready to treat Flynn first."
Chuck Willow’s calm demeanor vanished the moment she saw the wound on Flynn White’s shoulder.
"Heavens, is that Holly Morgan? Is your Protective Puppet still alive?"
Arcadia White cried out.
’Holly Morgan?’
Nina Jacobs remembered Harlan mentioning this name once.
’Could it be someone with the same name?’
Thinking of this, Nina Jacobs also walked over.
She saw a woman in red leaning against a seat in the cart. The red dress didn’t show the stains, but her blood had dyed the seat and the floor red.
"Who knows if she’s dead or alive," Flynn White said with a dismissive laugh. "Holly Morgan, get up and go get yourself treated."
The woman in red stood up upon hearing him. One of her arms was clearly broken, and the white cloth wrapped around her ankle was soaked red with blood.
She walked like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering, yet with extreme effort.
As if his words contained an irresistible command.
But before she could take more than a few steps, she collapsed to the ground.
"Tsk. If you’re going to die, do it somewhere else," Flynn White said, clearly displeased. "I only kept you around because I saw you had some decent strength. Turns out you’re just a useless piece of trash."
Chuck Willow had two people carry Holly Morgan away.
"She’s your Protective Puppet, after all. You should cherish her a bit more. I think next time we should get you a male puppet from the Strength Element. Don’t always choose these ones just for show," Chuck Willow said.
"I know."
Flynn White also saw Anselm Hughes preparing to depart.
"Looks like you’ve received guidance from the old ancestor, haven’t you? Without us Whites, you really are..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, just smiled and walked away.
"That child is still so blunt. Brother-in-law, please don’t take it to heart," Chuck Willow said with a laugh, her tone holding not a hint of reproach.