Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 356

Chapter 356: Chapter 356

At Melody Summers’s words, Cameron Summers’s eyes lit up, his voice jumping an octave in excitement. "Really?!"

The initial joy passed, and Cameron started to feel awkward. He was genuinely embarrassed to be borrowing money from his own niece.

He rubbed his hands together awkwardly and kept promising, "My dear niece, I’ll treat this as a loan! The moment I’m making money again, I’ll pay you back with interest, I swear!"

Melody Summers nodded. "Okay."

In truth, her third uncle had been very good to Melody before he started gambling online.

When they were kids, Nina Summers had brought a comic book with her on a trip back to their hometown. Melody was at the age where she was dying to read such things, but Nina refused to let her even look at it.

Her third uncle had seen Melody’s envy and bought her a whole set of comic books, telling her gently, "Our little Melody should have everything the other little girls have. When your uncle makes more money, I’ll buy our little Melody even more toys and pretty dresses!"

Back then, the look of pure affection on her uncle’s face as he watched her had filled Melody’s heart with warmth.

Every time she remembered this, Melody was filled with a deep sense of melancholy. ’If only he hadn’t gotten hooked on gambling,’ she’d think. ’How wonderful that would have been...’

But time couldn’t be turned back, and what was done was done.

Now, even though she was wary of him, Melody was still willing to offer this small bit of help. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her uncle’s family of three freeze to death.

Melody sighed to herself, then pulled out her phone to message Tate.

[Tate, are you back at the Residences? Some relatives of mine need to rent an apartment here. I don’t want to rent out 1603 or 1604, so could you please check if there are any other vacant units available?]

Tate replied almost instantly.

[Of course, Miss Summers! I’m on my way!]

About ten minutes later, Tate arrived at the door.

After getting the full picture, Tate thought for a moment. "There’s a vacant apartment in this building, unit 1101 on the 11th floor. Would that work?"

Melody nodded. "That’s perfect. Could you please take my uncle and his family over to sign the contract?"

’The 11th floor is a good spot,’ she thought. ’Close enough to keep an eye on them, but not so close that they’d be dropping by every day.’ It was the perfect place for her uncle’s family.

Her uncle’s family was thrilled. They immediately stood up, grabbed their luggage, and prepared to leave with Tate.

Seeing only two pieces of luggage, Tate hesitated. "Excuse me, is this all you have? We don’t have any fully furnished units available right now. The apartment on the 11th floor has no furniture, no bedding, and no heating equipment. You’ll need to acquire all those things yourselves..."

Her uncle scratched his head, looking troubled. "We did have more luggage, but we had to abandon three pieces on the way here. Our bedding and a space heater were in those bags..."

The three of them had come over on a government disaster relief vehicle. Its capacity was limited, so they weren’t allowed to bring much luggage to begin with—two pieces per adult and one for a minor. Their family of three had five pieces in total.

But when the vehicle dropped them off in the city, they discovered the buses weren’t running.

It was a three or four-kilometer walk from the drop-off point to The Metropolis Residences, so they had to make the journey on foot.

Caleb sounded surprised. "What did you just say?" he asked, incredulous. "You got kicked out, too?! How could Mom and our brother be so heartless?"

In Caleb’s eyes, his younger brother Cameron had always been the family favorite. Why else would they have helped him pay off his loans time and time again?

Cameron corrected him. "I wasn’t ’kicked out,’ Caleb. The family is already doing everything they can to help me. Mom and our brother have no obligation to clean up our messes."

The unspoken message was clear: Your mother-in-law is your problem. Mom and their brother had no obligation to help you suck up to her.

Caleb understood the subtext and almost laughed in disbelief. He gritted his teeth. "Oh, really, Cameron? You’ve got some nerve saying that to me. You think I haven’t been cleaning up your messes all these years? When did you ever ask for money that I didn’t give it to you? How dare you say that to me now? Where the hell do you get the nerve?"

Cameron sighed. Facing his brother’s fury over the phone, he said earnestly, "Caleb, I know you’ve helped me a lot over the years, and I’ve always been grateful. I’ll pay back the money I borrowed from you, little by little. But I don’t want to put Mom in a difficult position. I can’t help your mother-in-law... I’m sorry."

Caleb couldn’t stop himself from spewing a few curses. "So what’s your game now, Cameron?" he demanded. "Are you just going to burn this bridge? You think you can just kick me to the curb now that you have Mom and our brother helping you out?"

"I’m telling you, you’d better get some supplies from Mom and take them to my mother-in-law. If you don’t, don’t blame me when I say I don’t have a brother anymore!"

Cameron was silent for a moment. "Caleb, I’m sorry about this, but I really can’t help you plot against Mom. I know you’ve always resented her for not giving you a better start in life, but she’s never done anything to wrong you."

"To send you to college, almost everyone’s salary in the family went to you. Mom always favored you. You should really think about it. Haven’t you gone too far? Is this really how you should be treating your family?"

Before Caleb had a chance to argue, Cameron hung up the phone.

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