NOVPUBChapter 1380: 648 Scary (Must Watch Conversation)_2 Chapter 1380: 648 Scary (Must Watch Conversation)_2 Teardrops, falling silently, landed on Aubree Groove’s hand.
Her mouth opened, but she said nothing.
“What’s going on?” Nicholas Drake appeared at the door.
Aubree Groove hardened her face, “What I’m about to say is extremely important, you must keep every single word in mind, and follow what I say exactly.”
Nicholas Drake sensed the urgency and immediately straightened up.
“These children have fallen ill with an infectious disease, the origin of which is unknown.
I must save them.”
Upon hearing the word ‘infectious disease’, Nicholas Drake’s face immediately changed color.
He fully understood how horrific a pandemic can be, ravaging in this barren place.
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It was brutally cruel, but the only way they could survive was by allowing natural selection to take its course, no charitable organization would rush to their rescue.
The children seemed abandoned by the world, their lives, or deaths mattered to no one.
However, the girl showed no signs of hesitation or fear, she mustered her resolve and said: “I must save them.”
Did she realize that she was barely older than the little girl beside her?
The world is brimming with darkness and decay.
Mankind, standing atop the food chain, relied on not only wisdom but also their relentless selfishness and cruelty.
It’s as though this selfish gene was deeply embedded in human DNA, like his mother’s.
Nicholas Drake had seen how selfish and hypocritical a human can be.
He hated his helplessness, yet he enjoyed the benefits his mother gained for him.
While enjoying these benefits, he despised his mother’s actions.
Is this not another form of hypocrisy?
Humanity is often contradictory like this.
Only Aubree Groove, forever bright as daylight, fearless; she was like a piece of clear glass, immaculate jade.
Her nobility, her compassion, made all forms of hypocrisy and filth having nowhere to hide.
She was like the eternal moonlight breaking through the dark sky.
Her selfless acceptance; the only solace and refuge in this cold, human world.
“Immediately order Leandro Alvarez to sanitize all over the ship, make sure everyone wears a face mask, and keep themselves isolated until I create a cure.
Also, block off the iron netting.
Not a single person inside is allowed to leave.”
“There are Chinese herbs I brought in the warehouse.
Look for the herbs I described to you, boil it according to the right heat, and after brewing, ask everyone to drink it as a preventive measure.”
Aubree Groove quickly sketched the herbs on paper, labeled their names, the proportion needed, the right heat, and time, and handed it to Nicholas Drake.
Nicholas Drake gazed at her deeply: “I will do as you say, be sure to take care of yourself.”
The door closed in front of him, Nicholas Drake heaved a sigh and hurried off to arrange everything.
Aubree Groove turned around to find the little girl kneeling before her, once again bowing her head.
Aubree Groove rushed to help her up: “Stand up, I am not worthy of your reverence.”
The little girl wiped her tears and stood up.
Aubree Groove touched the little boy’s forehead.
The virus was strange, its symptoms resembled that of HIV, attacking the body’s immune cells, subsequently leading to skin sores, and eventually causing organ failure and death.
However, instead of causing fever, the virus seemed to abnormally lower the victim’s body temperature, most likely due to a metabolic disorder caused by the virus.
If she called for a medical team from Pethkids via satellite communication right now…
Aubree Groove weighed the possibility.
But time was of the essence, even if the medical team set out immediately, they would not arrive until four days later.
The weather on the sea was unpredictable, not to mention the harsh conditions in Triangle Bay.
Pirates were lurking on the island; it would be too risky to involve more people.
Nicholas Drake quickly brought the boiled medicine.
Aubree Groove had the little girl drink some, and attempted to feed the rest to the little boy.
However, the boy could not keep the medicine down and threw it all up.
Suddenly, the little boy began flailing his hands in the air, yelling incomprehensibly; he was at the brink of insanity.
His sore-riddled fingers grasped Aubree Groove’s arm, and he attempted to bite down on her.
The little girl let out a cry.
Just before his teeth could touch Aubree Groove’s arm, she delivered a swift chop to the nape of the boy’s neck, causing him to fall face down.
Aubree Groove asked, “Does he have these bouts of rage often?
Or anyone else in your tribe with this disease, do they become violent?” 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
The complex words took the little girl a moment to understand.
She hesitated, then nodded in agreement.
