Chapter 342

Liam's gaze swept over Evelyn's group, noting the abundance of vines they'd gathered.

He turned to the Quincy sisters. "Beatrice, why don't you two collect some dry grass or vines for bedding?"

After a pause, he added, "My brother and I will go fishing."

Beatrice nodded obediently. "Of course."

She turned to Bianca. "Let's go, Bianca."

It wasn't a suggestion—it was an order.

Bianca's head spun, but she didn't dare argue. Silently, she picked up a rope and followed.

Once they'd walked a distance, Beatrice carelessly hacked at some grass. Spotting denser vegetation ahead, her eyes lit up. "Over there. More grass."

Bianca hesitated, eyeing the untamed area. "Beatrice, there could be snakes. It's not safe—"

Beatrice's expression darkened. "Since when are you so cowardly?"

"If you can't handle a simple task, how will I explain that to Liam?"

"If you're feeling unwell, stay here."

With that, she strode off, a cold glint in her eyes.

How dare this little bitch talk back?

Bianca bit her lip but followed anyway.

She couldn't let anything happen to Beatrice—she'd be the one to suffer for it.

Beatrice fumbled with her combat knife, clumsily cutting grass.

After gathering just a small bundle, her arms already ached.

Bianca worked slower but persisted.

"Take a break if you're tired," Beatrice said with false concern.

Bianca forced herself to speed up. "I'm fine."

[Why is Bianca putting on an act? Trying to slack off again?]

[Disgusting. Get her off the show already!]

[Poor Beatrice, stuck with such deadweight!]

The live stream flooded with vitriol.

Bianca carefully selected plants while Beatrice hacked haphazardly.

When they returned to camp with their bundles, Beatrice suddenly shrieked, dropping her load.

"Ah! My back—it burns!"

Tears welled as searing pain shot through her.