Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283

Chapter 1283:

“What’s on your mind?” Harlee approached Tania.

“Just seeing everyone slowly getting better gives me mixed feelings. I’m relieved, but I also feel I am at fault. If not for me, they wouldn’t have suffered so much…” Tania glanced up at Harlee, masking her thoughts with feigned waterworks.

“It’s not your fault,” Harlee reassured Tania earnestly, sitting beside her. “We shouldn’t dwell on the past.”

Tania said with a weak smile, “How are they doing now? Are they feeling better?”

“Most are still in poor condition,” Harlee said. “I’ve decided to delay our plan for revenge until they’re stronger and can actively participate.”

Tania nodded. “That’s what I was thinking too. It’s a wonder they’ve managed to survive after my absence all this time.”

Tania occasionally put on expressions shadowed by sorrow and remorse.

“I’ll re-examine Dario’s list to ensure there are no errors.” Harlee got to her feet.

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Tania’s mock concern was evident as she looked up. “You should take it easy. You’re pregnant. I can handle things if it’s too much.”

“I understand. I’ll be careful,” Harlee said, taking the list and starting to check the names tent by tent.

Having wrapped up some tasks, Rhys approached Tania, who was seated in the rocking chair. “Where’s Harlee?”

“She’s confirming the islanders’ names,” Tania answered softly.

Rhys noticed Harlee in the distance but chose not to disturb her. Instead, he opted to sit by the fire.

He watched Tania intently and casually threw a branch into the fire, causing sparks to scatter. Frustration gnawed at him, as he couldn’t find anything amiss about Tania despite his suspicions.

“Mr. Green,” Goodwin, weary from his work, approached with a medical bag. His strength failed him, and he slumped, leaning toward Rhys. But as Rhys moved away, Goodwin collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Goodwin tried to lift his head but resigned himself to lying there, completely drained. Exhaustion gripped him after a long day of tending to injuries. With so many wounds to attend to, the medical team had been overwhelmed, compelling him to lend his skills in treating various ailments.

As dusk settled, Goodwin could barely keep himself upright, the fatigue almost bringing him to his knees.

Across from Rhys, someone settled down. Goodwin barely mustered the energy to glance up, recognizing Noel.

Despite his specialization in psychiatry, Noel had been busy persuading the wary, traumatized islanders to nourish themselves.

Dario, freshly showered and looking revitalized, approached Rhys with a friendly nod. “Mr. Green,” he said, maintaining a respectful distance despite knowing Rhys’ marriage to Harlee. He chose to sit next to Noel.

Goodwin, fearing his image would suffer, forced himself to sit up. “Hey, Dr. Wilson,” Dario called out cheerfully to Goodwin, who could barely manage a weary smile, too drained to engage in conversation.

Goodwin would have preferred to be elsewhere, perhaps in line for a shower, than sitting there.

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