Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 427

Fortunately, he did not have any other major issues apart from his limited mobility.

It was half a month later when I finally received Gregory's reply. On that day, I went looking for the peddler with Rebecca just like before, intending to ask him to continue delivering messages for me. As soon as I saw him, he said, "Ms. Scott, your family has sent you a message saying they're relieved that you're safe."

I was stunned and did not immediately process what he said, but soon I understood that Gregory had probably guessed that it was me contacting him.

Thinking about this, I could not help but feel relieved. I asked the peddler to continue delivering messages. Fortunately, I had become familiar with him, and he readily agreed without asking too many questions.

Everything was progressing smoothly. It had been almost two months since Lucas brought me here, and the temperature at the border was getting warmer, with more thunderstorms occurring.

The poppy flowers that once covered the mountains had withered, and the seeds were gradually becoming harvestable.

On our way back from outside, Rebecca looked at the hills filled with poppy flowers and said, "According to the boss, we can harvest these flowers next week. They have bloomed exceptionally well this year, so the harvest should be particularly profitable. We'll definitely make a lot of money."

Seeing Rebecca's excited expression, I could not help but ask, "Rebecca, do you need money that badly?"

She looked at me, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Ms. Scott, why do you ask that? In this world, is there anyone who dislikes having more money?"

I was momentarily taken aback and could not find an immediate response. I shook my head slightly and forced a dry smile, saying, "Of course not. It's just that selling these things would harm people. Are you happy making money this way?"

She furrowed her brow slightly, looking at me strangely, and said, "Ms. Scott, we make a living from this. It's true that they're harmful, but we're not directly causing harm. If you want to talk about who's causing harm, it's those people who can't resist temptation that are harming themselves. As long as you don't touch this stuff, it won't cause any harm. Otherwise, after dealing with them for so many years, all of us here would've died by now. But we're still alive and well. So, the real harm is caused by those people themselves. They're foolish and unable to control their desires, so they harm themselves. They deserve it."

I pursed my lips, unable to agree with her words, but I knew that arguing with her would be futile. So, I remained silent.

Without Rebecca accompanying me, I wandered around for a while and then went to see Chandler.

Over the past few days, I had become quite familiar with Chandler. Even the two men guarding the entrance no longer stopped me. I had no clue what had happened, but I could now come and go freely.

Chandler's injury had improved significantly. When he saw me, he hesitated momentarily, then said, "Young lady, you've been quite diligent these days."

Seeing him able to stand up, I smiled and replied, "I came to check on you, and you're complaining? It seems like your injury has healed."

He nodded at me. Then, he stood up and took a few steps forward, saying, "It's better, but at my age, this leg probably won't recover to what it used to be. Looks like I'll be limping for the rest of my life."