Joyce glanced at us weakly, her voice faint as she said, "It doesn't matter if I tell you—the two scumbags should have already left."
The women exchanged relieved smiles, clearly thinking it was good news that those two men were gone.
I pressed further, "Left? When did that happen? And why did they leave?"
Joyce sighed and explained, "Today, Dawson found some food, and Brady stole plenty from your camp. Together, they had enough to last at least half a month. Dawson told Brady that you all seemed too vigilant like you were reaching the limit of your tolerance and might fight back at any moment. So, he suggested leaving this island for now."
I sneered, my tone cold. "But they didn't want to take you with them?"
Joyce's face fell, her voice tinged with sadness. "I begged them to take me
