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Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Martha’s Truth
Without hesitation, he began transferring all the real estate under the old man’s name.
His fingers moved quickly, almost eagerly, as if afraid that the opportunity might vanish if he slowed down.
The old man carefully checked every clause and agreement, his eyes sharp and calculating, before finally reaching down and lifting a massive bag onto the table.
The dull thud echoed in the room. Raymond’s lips curved into a wide grin.
When he opened the bag and counted the contents, his hands trembled slightly.
Zombie crystals gleamed back at him, cold and heavy. When he finished counting, his breath caught.
Nearly five million zombie crystals.
Enough to live inside the base without worry for a very long time.
With a satisfied smile, Raymond gathered the bag and left. Dragging it, however, proved far more difficult than he had anticipated.
The weight pulled at his arms, and sweat quickly soaked his clothes as he struggled across the floor.
Martha watched him silently. She did not offer help.
Her eyes were cold and unreadable as Raymond disappeared from sight, burdened by the very wealth he had just obtained.
For now, she made no move. She simply waited.
She waited for Ivy.
When Ivy returned, Martha immediately presented the transfer documents.
If Raymond had bothered to look carefully, he would have noticed something strange.
The name on the deed was not the old man’s. It was Ivy’s.
Ivy glanced at the documents, her lips curving into a faint, satisfied smile. She put them away calmly, her mind already racing.
She thought about how many criminals were hidden throughout the base and how staggering the amount of real estate, gold, and precious items they might be holding.
A slow smirk appeared on her face.
’It’s time to reap some benefits. And only after gaining the benefits, I will kick them out.’
Zombie crystals would eventually lose their value once the antidote appeared. Tangible assets, however, would not.
Lost in thought, Ivy noticed Martha watching her with a worried expression. Ivy immediately smiled and spoke gently.
"You don’t need to worry. I know exactly what I’m doing."
She paused, then added thoughtfully,
"You should also take this opportunity to hoard some real estate, gold, and jewelry."
Martha frowned.
"Right now, everything is in chaos. No one knows how long the apocalypse will last. Isn’t it a waste to accumulate things like that?"
Ivy considered her words before replying calmly.
"I remember a time in Country C when private businesses were illegal. Back then, gold prices crashed, and even jade was treated like worthless stone."
She looked straight at Martha.
"Later, when policies relaxed, those same items became priceless. People who hoarded them became millionaires overnight."
Her voice softened.
"The apocalypse will end someday. Even if you can’t use those assets yourself, your children or grandchildren will."
Martha fell silent.
The more she thought about it, the more Ivy’s words made sense.
Ivy continued,
"Right now, there are almost no investment opportunities. Everyone is focused on survival. If you seize this moment, you’ll gain more than most people can even imagine."
Martha nodded slowly, a thoughtful smile forming.
"You really are smart," she said sincerely. "Thank you for thinking so far ahead."
Ivy nodded, then hesitated slightly.
Her thoughts drifted to her brother, and she looked back at Martha.
"There’s something else I want to talk about," she said softly. "Only if you’re not uncomfortable."
Martha paused, then replied gently,
"As long as you want to talk about it, I won’t feel awkward."
From Martha’s perspective, Ivy was someone who had given her a stable life in the middle of chaos.
A good home, enough food, and work that wasn’t crushing. Compared to her past, it felt almost unreal.
She was genuinely grateful. Ivy spoke quietly,
"Give my foolish brother a chance."
Martha stiffened, horror flashing across her eyes.
"Are you talking about Kael?"
When Ivy nodded, Martha immediately shook her head.
"I can’t. Kael hates me."
Ivy interrupted calmly,
"He doesn’t hate you at all."
She paused before adding,
"There are things I can’t reveal, but I’m certain of one thing. Kael likes you."
Martha froze. She stared at Ivy as if she had heard something impossible.
Ivy smiled softly.
"It may shock you, but the other day, Kael approached you because he wanted to tell you the truth about his feelings."
Martha’s breath caught. Ivy sighed lightly.
"My brother is a blockhead. He deserves to suffer for it, and I’m not asking you to forgive him immediately."
Her tone turned sincere.
"All I’m asking for is one chance. If he still doesn’t change, you have every right to ignore him forever."
Martha stayed silent for a long moment, then laughed weakly.
"You must have misunderstood. Kael would never like me."
Before she could continue, Ivy cut in gently.
"I know because my eldest brother told me himself."
Martha froze again. Slowly, she lowered her head and murmured,
"How is that possible? I’m not someone anyone could like."
Ivy frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Martha smiled faintly.
"I know what kind of person I am. I’m too independent. Men don’t like women like that. And it doesn’t matter anyway."
She shrugged lightly.
"I’ve never been good at attracting anyone."
Ivy looked at her for a long moment, then sighed.
"Do you know how many people have asked me about you?"
Martha shook her head in shock.
Ivy continued,
"From my perspective, you’re an independent woman who shines wherever you stand. There’s almost nothing you can’t do."
Her voice softened further.
"What amazes me even more is how beautiful you are."
Martha’s cheeks slowly turned red.
Ivy smiled.
"An independent woman like you is incredibly charming. People in higher circles would do almost anything just to chase you."
Hearing those words, Martha let out a self-deprecating laugh.
The sound was light, but there was a faint bitterness underneath, like something carefully hidden for years.
"Then why am I still single?" she murmured, rubbing her fingers together unconsciously. "If I’m really as you say."
"What are you saying? Don’t you have a boyfriend?"