Chapter 176

"Amy, I'm not a child who'll get lost," pouted Amy Bright, thinking her sister-in-law was being overly cautious.

Emily Johnson grasped her hand firmly, her tone serious. "The town isn't safe lately. Listen to me."

Amy was startled by Emily's expression and quickly nodded. "I promise I won't wander off. I'll wait for you at the Supply & Market."

Emily sighed inwardly. In her past life, she had seen too many cases of abduction—she couldn’t afford to be careless.

"I still need to come back for more shopping later. Can you hold my place in line?" Emily came up with the idea on the spot. This way, Amy wouldn’t stray.

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep your spot!" Though puzzled, Amy agreed obediently.

Emily turned away, mentally listing the items she needed. Some things couldn’t just appear from her space—she had to find a plausible explanation.

The Supply & Market was bustling. Emily bought ten pairs of nylon socks, two pairs of cashmere socks, and some seasonal fruits and ribs. Her woven basket gradually filled before she headed back.

"Emily! Over here!" Amy waved from a distance.

"Why is she cutting in line?" someone grumbled behind her.

Amy quickly explained, "She’s not! I was saving her spot!"

Emily hurried over, offering an apologetic smile. The line wasn’t long—she had only done this to ensure Amy’s safety.

"Amy, wait for me just a little longer."

"Of course we’re going back together," Amy said, noticing Emily’s unusual vigilance today.

After purchasing the last few necessities, Emily finally relaxed. "Let’s go catch the ox-cart."

On the way, she lowered her voice. "When we get to the village, come home with me first. I bought a few things—see if there’s anything you need."

Amy’s heart warmed. Emily was always so thoughtful.

"Emily, what treasures did you buy?" An older woman suddenly reached to lift the cloth covering the basket.

Emily swiftly blocked her. "Auntie, don’t touch other people’s belongings."

The woman withdrew her hand sheepishly, but her eyes darted greedily, as if trying to see through the basket.

The ox-cart rocked along the country path. The woman kept sneaking glances at Emily’s basket, whispering to others.

Emily pretended not to notice but remained alert. In these times, it paid to trust no one.

Finally at the village entrance, Emily tugged Amy along as they quickened their pace home.

"David! Tommy! Mommy’s back!"

The sound of small feet pattering echoed from inside as two little figures came rushing out.