My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 684

The Evans family, who had suffered the most devastating blow, stood frozen in shock, struggling to process the sudden turn of events. Their minds reeled, unable to fully grasp what had just transpired.

Meanwhile, Melody let out a piercing howl of pain, her hands trembling as she reached up to touch her face—only to recoil at the sharp sting that shot through her skin.

The onlookers gasped as they took in the sight of her reddened, swollen face. Some even suspected that her skin might be raw or bleeding beneath the surface, and it was clear that deep bruises would soon form, leaving her battered and humiliated.

"Byoder, h-help me... My fesh!" Melody whimpered, her words slurred as pain wracked her entire face.

Even her teeth felt loose, sending a wave of fear through her—was she really about to lose them? Was her face going to be permanently disfigured?

The thought alone made her forget any tantrum she might have thrown; all she could do now was sob pitifully, her wide, tear-filled eyes locked on Elios, silently begging for his help.

But as she looked up at him, Elios found himself struggling—not with concern, but with the urge to burst into laughter.

For the first time in his life, Melody, who had always carried herself with arrogance, looked utterly pathetic.

The phrase "borrowing a face from a dog" suddenly popped into his mind, making him bite his lip to keep from chuckling. His parents stood beside him, their expressions solemn, so he knew he had to keep a straight face.

Still, he couldn't shake the ridiculousness of the situation—Melody, usually so high and mighty, now reduced to a blubbering mess, her swollen face a sorry sight.

But his twin brother, Eliot, was having the exact same thought. After all, they were twins—they shared an unspoken connection, often thinking alike without needing words.

It wasn't hard for Eliot to pick up on what Elios was suppressing. Just as a chuckle threatened to escape his lips, he quickly cleared his throat, trying to cover it up.

Unfortunately for him, Eric caught on immediately. With a sharp glare in his direction, Eliot instantly straightened, his expression turning to stone as if he had never even considered laughing in the first place.

"Elios, take Melody back and tend to her injuries," Eric said coldly. He didn't bother asking how she was feeling—his disappointment overshadowed any concern.

This entire fiasco had only pushed Kisha further away. Before, he had sensed that she was slowly softening, perhaps because his family was growing closer to the Aldens.

Maybe the Aldens had spoken to her, leading her to ease up a little. But now, after this mess, whatever goodwill they had built was gone.

Eric felt his heart clench. All the progress they had made was shattered in an instant.

Kisha didn't need her family to tell her that the Evans had been treating them well and keeping them company all this time.

Ethan always looked out for Keith whenever they left the territory to gather supplies or monitor zombie movements, ensuring Keith returned safely with only minor scratches.