Even with her eyes closed, Sakura trembled uncontrollably.
I handed her the underwear and said firmly, "Alright, Lauren, enough with the games. We have fresh water now, so everyone needs to wash their clothes and store some. If the rain stops, we'll be facing another shortage."
The women immediately got to work after hearing my words, setting empty coconut shells under the falling rain.
Mina, however, looked downcast.
Since yesterday, she was no longer their leader—just another vulnerable, ordinary woman.
Her low spirits seemed to weigh her down, and as she stumbled in the mud, several coconut shells slipped from her hands, splattering them with dirt.
Lauren sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "What a useless piece of trash. Mr. Fraser, you should beat her—teach her a lesson!"
