Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274

Chapter 1274:

Tears started to form in Harlee’s eyes as she looked around. She understood then what Tonya’s surprise was: the whole island had been turned into a document of their early life experiences.

“What’s the matter?” Rhys asked, descending the stairs and noticing Harlee had paused. “Do you feel okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, shaking her head but not elaborating further. From behind, Noel watched Harlee’s reaction and surmised she had stumbled upon Tonya’s surprise.

“The air is quite refreshing here,” Noel stretched leisurely and then approached Harlee with a smile. “Let’s continue exploring and see what other surprises are waiting for us.”

“Alright,” Harlee said, her eagerness renewed to uncover the romantic gesture Tonya had left for her.

Rhys felt uneasy about Harlee and Noel’s silent communication but concealed his discomfort, choosing instead to drape his arm around Harlee’s waist as they moved ahead. Three years had left gaps in his experiences.

Upon arrival, the cruise ship anchored off a remote island lacking proper infrastructure. Untamed trees flourished, necessitating the use of machetes by the group to forge a path.

As the group ventured deeper, the surroundings grew increasingly peculiar, haunted by sharp cries.

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The leader paused, alert, attempting to pinpoint the cries’ origin.

Goodwin gripped his medical kit close, not straying far from Patrick. He couldn’t help but wonder where they were. This place felt far too eerie. Abruptly, a wild-looking woman with unkempt hair and claw-like nails dropped from a tree, crashing onto his kit.

Patrick acted swiftly, yanking Goodwin to safety, leaving him rattled but unharmed.

“Ah!” In a burst of fear, Goodwin screamed and scrambled to climb onto Patrick.

The Shadow Moon Society members stepped forward, intending to subdue the woman, yet Harlee had already approached with composure and knocked her out.

“Tonya mentioned this to me. She said Nicola lived on the island with a mentally ill person. This must be the one she was talking about.” Harlee added, “I’m not sure if you remember, but Tonya and I once went to an uninhabited area of Aelkarta Island for a mission. This forest is designed to resemble that place, so if you happen to step on bones or anything…”

Before she could elaborate, Goodwin screamed again. He had just dismounted from Patrick and accidentally stepped on a bone, which snapped beneath his weight.

“This… It’s modeled, right? Mrs. Green, this has to be a prop, right?” Hope filled Goodwin’s eyes as he looked toward Harlee.

Harlee shook her head. “Tonya values authenticity. She’s probably left the bodies of enemies or bad people here.”

In an instant, Goodwin’s face drained of color, as though his soul had slipped away, and he nearly crumpled onto the bones.

Patrick assisted him up, joking lightly, “Goodwin, aren’t you a doctor? Shouldn’t you be accustomed to bones?”

Goodwin stared at Patrick, his expression vacant as he struggled to respond. “I… A doctor?”

Goodwin was still in a daze. Soon, he snapped out of it. Indeed, he was a doctor. Yet, what kind of doctor found himself treading on bones?

Harlee, noticing Goodwin’s distress, earnestly explained, “Tonya has replicated places she and I had explored right here on this island. We should expect more strange settings as we go. Everyone needs to brace themselves mentally.”

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