Andy's Background

"I... I was just invited to visit here. I never expected the apocalypse to come so suddenly..." Cecilia frowned, her words trailing off with hesitation.

Her presence here was a necessity, a difficult subject for her to discuss. She feared that if she revealed this to the man she was somewhat fond of, he might develop reservations about her.

Moreover, even though it was the apocalypse, the man and his family still existed. She had seen the military rescue him.

If there was any semblance of order left in this apocalyptic world, that man would still hold immense power, one of the most influential people on earth.

It was a scandal she didn't want to, couldn't, and dared not speak of.

Seeing Cecilia's awkward and troubled expression, Seth recalled his identity in the second world, Andy Brant.

As Cecilia's first son, Andy Brant faced disdain within the Brant family because he was a bastard child.

Cecilia had given birth to Andy before marrying Peter Brant.

Who Andy's biological father was remained a mystery, even to Andy himself in the second world.

Even Peter, Andy's stepfather, was unaware.

The only person who knew the truth, Cecilia, had always kept silent about it.

Andy Brant, born in October 1994...

According to the timeline, Cecilia must have conceived Andy around this time, likely within this very villa.

So, if the pre-apocalyptic world in the apocalypse was the same as in the second world, then

Andy's father might well be the owner of this villa!

"Then... do you know who the owner of this villa is? Who invited you? Someone who can own such a luxurious estate and has military protection must have a significant status, right?" Seth felt a bit nervous without reason. Owning such a luxurious estate and having military protection indicated that this person was a major figure in the United States.

Could it be... that Andy's biological father was actually one of the bigwigs in the U.S.?

"Seth, all that is in the past now. It's the apocalypse, everything has changed..." Cecilia's eyes, sparkling and alluring, darted around as she spoke: "No matter who this place belonged to before, now, doesn't it all belong to you? Come, let's toast to our home!"

Cecilia skillfully avoided Seth's question, diverting the topic. She raised her glass to Seth, clinked it gently, and then drank it all in one go.

As several glasses of red wine were consumed, both Cecilia and Seth's cheeks began to flush.

Listening to the zombies' howling outside the door, watching the soft moonlight streaming through the window, and feeling the warmth inside the house, both of them started to feel a bit distracted and sentimental, the atmosphere growing more intimate.

Seth's tolerance for alcohol was average at best. After just one bottle of red wine, he was slightly tipsy and dared not drink any more. A rare moment of relaxation was necessary, as constant tension in the oppressive environment of the apocalypse could lead to mental breakdown or even psychological disorders.

However, relaxation had to be based on the premise of staying alert and ensuring safety.

Cecilia, needing to release the pressure and loneliness of the past month, showed no intention of holding back. Unknowingly, she had consumed two bottles of red wine and three bottles of beer.

"Seth, you seem a bit drunk. I didn't expect your kind to have such a low tolerance for alcohol, haha..." Cecilia, now slightly inebriated, had a rosy and particularly tempting flush on her cheeks.

In American custom, the first name comes before the surname.

So, when a slightly tipsy Cecilia called him Seth, it was indeed correct and also sounded quite affectionate.

"I'm not much of a drinker. Drinking a bottle today is already my limit, but you seem a bit drunk too..." Seth managed to stay somewhat clear-headed, feeling the soft touch of Cecilia's hand on his. He swallowed hard.

Perhaps because Cecilia had drunk a bit too much, in her dazed state, she naturally unzipped her tracksuit top and leaned on the table with one hand, supporting her alluring face. She gazed at Seth with a sweet and blissful smile.

"It's a bit hot today, and kind of stuffy too. I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Every time it rains, those zombies become very crazy..." Cecilia muttered.

The weather was good today, and it felt warm even at night.

As Cecilia unzipped her tracksuit, Seth suddenly felt a wave of heat surge through him.