When the Flood Comes: I Push the Evil Family Into the Abyss

When a deluge washes away my brother-in-law's house, my parents-in-law move into our mountainside home. But they quickly usurp my room and seize all my stockpiled supplies. As the rising floodwaters turn our sanctuary into an isolated island, they devour every scrap of food. With nothing left to eat, their desperation turns into a sinister plot against me, forcing me to fight back against their evil intentions.

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Chapter 4

At night, after they each took a room to sleep, I quietly went to the yard to get the beef jerky I had hidden.

I took a bite—delicious!

My husband called again, asking if I had properly taken care of his family and saying he'd come back as soon as the flood receded to help out.

I chuckled while chewing on the beef jerky.

Of course, he'd have to come back. After all, he must die with his wicked family.

How else would he get hit by the falling rocks if he didn't come back?

Heh!

I looked at the calendar—June 8th. There are 6 days left until the landslide.

In these 6 days, no matter what, I have to keep them calm and pacified.

Nina threw a pile of dirty clothes at me.

"Hurry up and wash these clothes for me. In this damn weather, nothing dries."

She rummaged through all my clothes and picked out the pretty and expensive ones to take into her room.

"Wearing these clothes would be a waste on you. With your fat body, you can't pull them off."

I didn't care; I treated them as burial clothes for her.

I overheard them talking in their room.

My mother-in-law asked.

"Your house was washed away by the flood. How much will it cost to rebuild? It's such a misfortune."

Nina snorted.

"Rebuild for what? Isn't it nice living here?"

My father-in-law, rarely speaking up, said.

"This house belongs to your elder brother and sister-in-law. Staying a few days is fine, but we can't stay long term."

But my mother-in-law was displeased.

"Ugh! They can't even lay an egg, yet they're holding on to such a big house. What a waste. I say we listen to Nina and just settle down here. What's there to be afraid of?"

They are indeed calculating. Why should they take the house I worked so hard to build with my money?

In my last life, I was furious and stormed in to argue with them, but they didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, they ganged up on me and beat me half to death.

Now, I was giving the house to them. After all, the house wasn't going anywhere; it might as well serve as their tomb.

That was not too bad—it wouldn't be wasted, at least.

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