Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Ivy’s Kindness

At Arial’s words, Silas only gave her a faint smile, the kind that barely touched his eyes.

"If you want to talk to Ivy, you can," he replied calmly. "I wasn’t the one who made that decision."

The moment those words fell, everyone went quiet.

The jeep rolled forward smoothly, and soon they passed through the gates of the base without encountering a single obstacle.

Almost unconsciously, all of them let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. The difference was immediate and overwhelming.

Outside, the heat had been so oppressive that sweat had soaked through their clothes, clinging to their skin as if it might peel off at any moment.

But the instant they entered the range of SiIvy Base, the scorching air eased.

The heat retreated like a tide, replaced by something breathable, almost gentle.

A cool breeze brushed against their faces.

Several of them closed their eyes instinctively, savoring the relief, the faint scent of clean air. It felt like stepping into another world.

Once inside, Silas led them straight to the place Ivy had prepared for them.

She had already taken their families into account and arranged everything accordingly.

For Arial, there was a two-bedroom apartment, along with an additional unit she could rent out.

The others had similar arrangements, each one tailored carefully, thoughtfully.

When they realized the extent of what Ivy had done, their steps faltered.

"This... this is too much," Henry murmured under their breath.

They quickly understood that these apartments weren’t rented. They had been bought.

Bought in their names. The realization hit harder than expected.

With an extra apartment, they would have a steady source of income.

Even if one of them got injured, or couldn’t work anymore, their families would still be able to live decently, without fear of starvation.

A strange heaviness settled over them.

All of Silas’s subordinates couldn’t help but feel that Ivy was truly kind.

At the same time, shame crept into their hearts. In the past, they had judged Ivy through their’s lens, seeing her only as someone who benefited from him.

Looking back now, they realized how unfair that had been. Ivy had never forced Silas to pursue her.

She had never demanded sacrifices. She had only made requests, and it was Silas who had willingly fulfilled them.

In a way, Ivy wasn’t entirely at fault.

They were too.

Yet, they had blamed her relentlessly, spoken ill of her behind her back.

Now, in an apocalypse where even loved ones could betray each other for survival, Ivy remembered their small kindnesses and repaid them tenfold.

The realization made their chests ache.

’We were too narrow-minded,’ many of them admitted silently.

Finally, Scarlett turned to Silas, hesitating before asking,

"Where’s Ivy? I’d like to meet her."

Silas looked at her and replied in a low voice, "She’s busy with base matters right now. I won’t disturb her."

Everyone nodded, accepting it without argument.

They all understood how much effort it took to manage a base of this scale.

After a brief pause, Arial stepped forward.

"I want to have a private meeting with Ivy," she said quietly. "Can you help with that?"

Silas nodded without hesitation. Among his team, Arial was the one he trusted most.

Calm, observant, fond of strategy... she reminded him of himself.

If there was anyone he felt comfortable placing beside Ivy, it was Arial. "I’ll arrange it," he agreed.

In fact, he felt it would be ideal if Arial joined the development department.

It would ease Ivy’s burden considerably. The thought alone sent a subtle thrill through him.

’I’ll finally get to see her,’ he realized, his steps unconsciously lightening.

"I’ll leave first," he announced.

Just as he turned to go, Henry stopped him.

Silas frowned slightly, glancing back. Henry scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"I’m... getting engaged soon," he said. "To Amelia. I wanted to know if you’d be free."

The frown vanished from Silas’s face.

He smiled warmly. "Of course I’m free. Just let me know the time."

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Henry for a moment longer than necessary.

A flicker of something unreadable crossed his eyes before he turned and left.

After Silas departed, Henry tilted his head in confusion. "Why did he react like that?"

Arial sighed softly, shaking her head. ’What a blockhead,’ she thought.

’Still so clueless.’ Silas hadn’t even publicly announced his own engagement yet, and here Henry was openly talking about his.

Even without a fixed date, he was sharing the news so casually. It was bound to stir complicated feelings.

But Silas understood that Henry didn’t want to provoke him, and so he left with a trace of bitterness he couldn’t quite place.

As Arial thought about it, Ivy’s face surfaced in her mind, and a faint hint of shame flickered in her eyes.

What others didn’t know was that it wasn’t only Silas who had once been drawn to Ivy.

She had been too. Ivy’s presence was striking, impossible to ignore.

But she had always suppressed those feelings, knowing Ivy was straight.

That was why she had never blamed Ivy and often sided with her instead.

However, since everyone knew about her orientation, she had deliberately acted dissatisfied, hiding her true thoughts behind a mask.

Crossing her arms, she wondered silently, ’Is Ivy doing well with Silas?’

Meanwhile, Silas returned to Ivy’s residence and entered her room directly. It was empty.

He sighed, the familiar scent of her lingering faintly in the air, and decided to look around the base.

As he passed by the training grounds, the clatter of weapons and the sharp shouts of soldiers filled the air.

He offered them only a brief glance, his expression neutral, and continued walking.

He would have ignored the commotion entirely if not for one word that reached his ears.

"Ivy."

Silas stopped abruptly.

Turning his head, he saw two soldiers in a heated confrontation.

One was shouting angrily, claiming, "Ivy might be kind, but she doesn’t know how to separate personal grudges from work!"

The other soldier slammed a fist into him. "You don’t even know her," he snapped.

"How dare you make assumptions and smear her name?"

Silas raised a hand to his temple, rubbing it slowly.

’Sometimes,’ he thought with weary irritation, ’idiots really do have too much free time.’