Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 634: Chapter 634: Daniel’s Explanation

Ivy had barely taken a few steps when Daniel hurried forward and stopped in front of her, his movements rushed and slightly unsteady as if he feared she might disappear if he hesitated even a second.

"Ivy... please wait," he called out, his voice trembling faintly.

She paused, raising her hand gently to stop him from coming any closer, her expression calm yet attentive.

Daniel struggled to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling unevenly as tears began to gather in his eyes.

"It’s my fault," he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of guilt. "I’m the one who failed to raise him properly. If I had done better... he would never have caused trouble for you."

His shoulders slumped as if the burden he had been carrying had finally become too heavy to bear.

"I failed as a father, and now you had to deal with the consequences of my mistakes."

For a moment, Ivy simply observed him.

Then she lifted her hand slightly and dismissed his apology with a small, casual gesture.

"It’s not a big issue," she said in a composed tone, her voice neither cold nor particularly warm.

However, her expression shifted subtly as she focused on something more important.

"Tell me one thing clearly," she continued, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Does your son actually own half of this land?"

Daniel stiffened immediately, as though the question had struck a sensitive nerve, and he shook his head without hesitation.

"No, he doesn’t," he replied firmly.

He let out a slow breath, as if he had already anticipated this question and prepared himself to answer it.

"I can tell what you’re thinking, that I’m trying to avoid responsibility by making excuses," he added, his tone turning slightly bitter.

"But the truth is... those shares were never real to begin with."

Ivy’s gaze sharpened slightly, signaling him to continue.

"Explain everything properly," she said.

"My son has been addicted for a long time," he confessed, his voice growing heavier with each word. "Drugs, bad company, reckless decisions... he has been spiraling out of control."

His jaw tightened as frustration and disappointment flickered across his face.

"If I had actually handed over any real property to him, he would have sold it immediately just to fuel his habits."

He paused briefly, lowering his voice as if admitting something he was deeply ashamed of.

"When he started insisting on having land in his name, I understood exactly what he was planning."

"So I gave him what he wanted, at least, on the surface," Daniel continued. "I made him believe that I had transferred half of the land to him, but in reality, there was nothing under his name at all."

Ivy gave a slow, almost indifferent nod before speaking.

"If that’s the case, then it doesn’t matter. You just need to submit the papers stating that you haven’t transferred half of the property to your son."

Daniel felt his shoulders loosen.

’I really didn’t think of something so simple...’ His chest rose and fell with a quiet breath of relief before he responded without hesitation. "I’ll do it right away."

But peace never lingered for long.

Outside, near the towering gates of the base, another storm was brewing.

Marcus and Kate had just arrived, their appearance drawing immediate attention.

Dust clung to their clothes, their hair was disheveled, and the exhaustion on their faces was so heavy it seemed to drag their very bodies down.

Marcus’s missing hand was impossible to ignore, the empty sleeve swaying slightly with each step, while Kate looked so drained that it seemed as though she might collapse at any moment.

"Call Angelina," Marcus demanded, his voice hoarse yet forceful.

The guards exchanged quick glances before straightening their posture.

The moment they heard Angelina’s name, their attitude shifted entirely. One of them nodded respectfully and gestured toward a nearby chair. "Please, sit. We’ll inform her immediately."

Kate and Marcus paused, a flicker of disbelief crossing their faces before they slowly sat down.

’We’re being treated like this... because of her?’

They had seen others come here, desperate people asking for siblings, relatives, loved ones, and those people had been forced to stand in long lines, waiting endlessly for even a chance to speak.

Yet here they were, offered seats and prompt attention.

’She must have done well for herself...’ Kate thought, her fingers tightening slightly against her lap.

It did not take long before Angelina arrived.

The moment her eyes fell on them, the faint smile on her lips vanished as if it had never existed. Her expression hardened, and a chill crept into her gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

Kate immediately lifted her chin, "We came to ask about the progress of the mission."

She carefully avoided mentioning Arthur, as if saying his name aloud would shatter something fragile.

Angelina stared at her for a long moment, her eyes sharp, almost piercing. Then she spoke, "He is dead."

Silence followed.

Marcus’s jaw tightened, and Kate’s fingers trembled slightly before... Smack.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the area.

Angelina’s face turned slightly with the impact, her cheek stinging, but she did not retaliate. She stood there, unmoving, her expression eerily calm.

’They lost their son...’ she thought, her gaze lowering for a brief moment. ’I understand... but that doesn’t change anything.’

She had tried.

She had begged Ivy more than once, her voice breaking, her pride discarded, but Ivy’s answer had always been cold and unwavering.

"I can spare his life, but you have to give away yours, would you agree?"

Angelina had refused. She loved her brother, yes, but not to the extent of sacrificing her own life.

And deep down, she knew that if their positions were reversed, Arthur would have made the same choice.

So she stayed silent.

She visited him, again and again. Each time, he would look at her with arrogance or desperation, sometimes even pleading in a tone that carried both pity and resentment.