The seemingly simple meal concluded in silence. Seeing her mother clear away the dishes, Flora Bloom gestured for Ethan Monroe and the others to help wash up.
Only Flora Bloom, Caleb Bloom, Stephen Bloom, and Sharon Caldwell were left at the table. Their daughter hadnât been seen since Flora had woken up.
Flora Bloom didnât like to beat around the bush. This family wouldnât have shown up unless they wanted something, and she had no intention of wasting her time on them.
Just as Flora Bloom pretended to stand up to leave, Stephen Bloom stopped her. To be precise, he didnât call out to her directly. Instead, he found another way to make her stay.
"Caleb, about what I mentioned earlier, when do you think we should get it done? Time waits for no one!" Although Stephen Bloomâs tone was composed, his words betrayed an unconcealable urgency.
Caleb Bloom hesitated, shooting a troubled look at Flora Bloom. Sensing her fatherâs gaze, Flora sat back down and listened.
"Look, Jade is perfectly fine nowânot sick or injured at all. You have to do whatever it takes to save your niece too."
Hearing this, how could Flora Bloom not understand? No wonder that showy peacock, Tianna Bloom, hadnât shown up to freeload a meal today. âSo she got bit.â
Stephen Bloom was a deeply calculating man. He clung to his authority as an elder and paid Flora Bloom no mind. As a senior member of the family, he would never stoop to negotiating with her. Even though he knew Flora was the one who could save his daughter, he addressed only Caleb Bloom.
âAs long as Caleb Bloom agrees, what choice would a little girl like Flora have but to help?â
Caleb Bloom sighed and looked at Flora Bloom. His eyes seemed to ask for her opinion, but they also held a hint of pleading.
Flora Bloom knew her father was a pushover who placed too much importance on so-called family ties. She didnât want to make things difficult for him. But saving Tianna Bloom? That wasnât going to be so easy.
Flora Bloom suddenly turned to Stephen Bloom. "Uncle, thereâs no need to pressure my dad. He canât save Tianna Bloom."
Stephen Bloom gave Flora a long, hard look, then forced a smile. "Flora, you know, your cousin was just talking about you the other day. Said she bought you some clothes from your favorite brand and wanted to give them to you."
Sharon Caldwell quickly chimed in. "Yes, yes! As soon as sheâs better, Iâll have her bring them over. And that bracelet you two had that huge fight over? Iâll have her give it to you as well."
At this, a strange smile spread across Flora Bloomâs face.
"Uncle, just how many of my things has Tianna Bloom swiped from me since we were children? Donât pretend you donât know. My father is too soft. He considers you his own brother, so he couldnât bring himself to reprimand your daughter, showing you plenty of respect all these years."
"That bracelet was a gift from Grandma before she died, and Tianna snatched it away. Did either of you ever say a single word to her about it?"
"Youâre right, youâre right. She was in the wrong. Weâll be sure to give her a good talking-to when we get home."
Flora Bloom rolled her eyes. âIf you were going to discipline her, you wouldâve done it years ago,â she thought. âWhy wait until now? Would you be sitting here, speaking to me so pleasantly, if you didnât need me to save your daughter?â
"Iâm afraid sheâs in no condition to listen to your lesson now. After all, thereâs only one outcome for a zombie biteâyou become a zombie and go on to bite others."
Flora Bloomâs words successfully sent the couple into a panic. As much as they wanted to save face, they relented for their daughterâs sake.
"Flora, Iâve always been good to you, havenât I? For your old uncleâs sake, please, save your cousin."
"Thatâs right. Just save her, and weâll make her apologize to you the moment she wakes up."
Seeing Stephen Bloom and his wife speaking so submissively, Caleb Bloom couldnât help but say to his daughter, "Flora, weâre family, after all. If we can save her, we should. Your younger siblings are still missing... Our family canât afford another loss."
"Exactly! Tianna is your own cousin, your blood. You canât just stand by and watch her die."
Sharon Caldwellâs words made Flora Bloom laugh to herself.
âMy own cousin?â Flora scoffed internally. âYour own sister might kill you, so whatâs a cousin? In this apocalypse, there are countless stories of flesh and blood slaughtering one another. Some people sell their own wives and daughters for a single hot meal.â
âThe women who get sold live a life worse than a dogâs. They become mere objects for the men of this world to vent their frustrations on. The pressure to survive has created so many twisted minds in this apocalypse, and those women are tortured in depraved ways until theyâre broken beyond recognition. Suicide is common.â
âAnd they want to lecture *me* about family ties?â
âFine. Weâll talk about family.â
"Uncle, Auntie, I can save her."
"Really? Thatâs wonderful! I knew you were still a kind girl, Flora."
"Oh, Flora, thank you! Your auntie doesnât even know how to begin to thank you."
Flora Bloom had been smiling at the pair the entire time, but now her smile grew even wider.
"But I have conditions."
"Name them, name them! Weâll do anything you ask, as long as itâs in our power," Sharon Caldwell said hurriedly, while Stephen Bloom nodded in agreement. At the end of the day, she was their only daughter; a parentâs love is a powerful thing.
"Two conditions. First, you will return every last jar of my familyâs Daughterâs Red wine."
At this, the couple grew agitated.
"Flora, how about a different condition? That Daughterâs Red... well, thereâs only one jar left. I already had it sent back to you."
Flora Bloom scoffed. "One jar? You carted away more than a dozen jars of our Daughterâs Red, and you return one. Uncle, you truly have no shame."
"Youâ!"
Stung by the sharp words from his junior, Stephen Bloom didnât dare talk back. But Sharon Caldwell couldnât restrain herself.
"Bullshit! We only took eight jars that day! Where are you getting âmore than a dozenâ from? You little brat! You havenât learned a single good thing, just how to be greedy like your pathetic mother, making such outrageous demands!"
SLAP!
Without so much as a blink, Flora Bloom sent Sharon Caldwell sprawling to the floor with a single slap.
"You wretched girl, you dare hit me? You goddamned little bitch, how dare you hit me!"
Flora Bloom had only used half her strength. Sharon Caldwell struggled back to her feet, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Seeing his wife struck by someone from the younger generation, Stephen Bloom could no longer keep his composure. He glared at Caleb Bloom and began to lecture him sanctimoniously.
"Well, well! Your daughter is really something, isnât she! Free to disrespect her elders now! Caleb, oh, Caleb, what a fine daughter youâve raised! Now you listen to me: either you make your daughter behave and save my girl, or I swear I wonât let this go!"
With that, Stephen Bloom reached out to grab Flora Bloomâs hand. He was determined to see if this little girl, who usually acted as meek as a lamb, would finally learn her place!
Caleb Bloom saw Stephen reach for Flora, his other hand already raised to slap his own daughter. Calebâs face instantly darkened. He threw himself in front of Flora, pulling her captured hand away.
"Stephen, if you go through with this, our years of brotherhood are finished."
Stephen froze, staring at Caleb in disbelief. "You canât control your own daughter, so whatâs wrong with me teaching her a lesson for you?"
But Sharon Caldwell, having just scrambled to her feet, saw an opening and lunged at Flora, only to be kicked to the ground once more.
"Dad, these two stood by and did nothing when Mom was in danger! They even conspired with Wu Shangjinâs group to seize our house and land. Canât you see their true colors yet?"
How could Caleb Bloom not have known? But he never imagined his own brother would be so shameless, that he would actually try to get physical.
"Since you find our terms so disagreeable, you should leave," Flora said. "Donât come back and disturb my parents. Theyâre getting old and canât handle the agitation."
Sharon Caldwell scrambled up, ready to lunge again, but Stephen Bloom grabbed her. His deep-set eyes, brimming with resentment, flicked to Caleb Bloom before locking onto Flora.
"The wine really is all gone," he said. "Name another price, and Iâll agree."
Flora Bloom shrugged. "My Daughterâs Red might be gone, but doesnât Tianna Bloom still have hers? Weâll just replace the jars missing from our collection with jars from hers. Problem solved, no?"
Sharon Caldwell shrieked at Flora, "You witch! Donât you dare touch my daughterâs wine!"
"I agree!" Stephen Bloom declared, readily agreeing. It seemed he had come to a realization and was unwilling to delay his daughterâs treatment any longer.
But Stephenâs attitude made Sharon balk.
"Have you lost your mind?! That wine is for our daughterâs wedding! You canât just give it to someone else!"
"So, only your daughter needs to get married? What about mine?"
Jade emerged from the kitchen and wrapped a comforting arm around Flora Bloomâs shoulder. In her heart, her daughter would always be that fragile little girl. No matter how strong or assertive she had become, she was still someone who needed protection.
Daughterâs Red was a local custom. When a girl was born, her father would brew the wine, seal it in jars, and store it in a cellar. On her wedding day, the wine would be served to the guests. The number of jars was a symbol of the daughterâs status; a small number, or none at all, would bring shame and cause her to be looked down upon by her new in-laws.
Stephen Bloom, however, was now completely composed. He forcefully pulled Sharon Caldwell back to keep her from saying anything more.
"Iâve agreed," he stated firmly. "Now, what is your second condition?"
"The second condition is simple. After I save Tianna Bloom, our two families will have nothing more to do with each other. From that point on, we go our separate ways."
Stephen Bloom shot Flora a sarcastic look. "I have no problem with that. I just wonder if your *father* will be as willing."
Seeing the struggle in her fatherâs eyes, Flora felt a flicker of concern. But then, as if coming to a sudden realization, he looked up. His eyes were clear, and his expression was one of profound relief, as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"I agree."
Caleb Bloomâs words startled Stephen Bloom, but there was nothing he could do. He needed Flora to save his daughter, so he had to endure this for now. âAs long as my daughter gets better...â he thought, his promise left unspoken.
"Since weâve agreed on the terms, letâs go, Uncle. Take me to see Tianna Bloom."