A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 112

"Forget it. Every supply we have is important. I'll just rub my stomach a bit. I'll be fine soon," Connor said, shaking his head.

Nigel hesitated before adding, "I'm okay for now, but I'm worried Connor won't be able to hold out."

Wendy paused for a few seconds, then said, "Let's wait a little longer and see if we can come up with another solution."

"Sounds good," the others agreed.

"Poor Connor. He must be in so much pain."

"Connor looks miserable… Wendy is being way too harsh. She knows he's suffering, but she still wants to wait. Wait until when?"

"Can you guys stop making Connor look bad? Those supplies are important. Of course, they have to be careful."

"I think Ana's fishing net and rod were a waste of supplies."

"And what if they don't find seafood on the beach? Who can guarantee they'll find anything at all?"

"Relax, these guests are pretty rational. If they can't figure out another way, they'll definitely trade a supply for the expert's help."

Just then, the wind and rain grew stronger by the second. The tent swayed violently under the force of the storm.

Wendy pulled out her phone, only to see an unread message from Demi. Her eyes widened after she read it.

"What's wrong?" Everyone turned to her in concern.

"Demi messaged me earlier this afternoon. She warned me it might rain and told us to set up camp earlier… I didn't see it." Wendy looked frustrated with herself.

Silence fell over the group.

Ana clenched her teeth. "Demi again. Why is it always Demi? Can't we do anything without her?" she thought.

Suddenly, with a series of sharp snaps, the tent collapsed.

Everyone sat there in silence, feeling stunned and dejected.

After letting out a collective sigh, they climbed out of the mess, drenched from the storm, and started rebuilding the tent in the wind and rain.

But before long, it collapsed again.

The problem was apparent—the support logs were too thin.

Again and again, they tried. And by the end of it, they were completely exhausted.

Connor, already feeling unwell, looked even worse—his face and lips had gone pale. But he couldn't just sit back and do nothing as a man.

Besides, Nigel wasn't feeling great either. If both of them stopped working, that would mean leaving everything to Thomas and the three women.

That wasn't the appropriate thing to do.