Chapter 3

In my past life, it was precisely because I knew the sandstorm was coming that I desperately urged everyone not to go to the Crimson Sands Wilderness.

Now, without my interference, they had actually entered deep into the Crimson Sands Wilderness.

For them to return safely, it would take nothing short of a miracle.

After getting out of the car, Tiffany handed me a bottle of water, her face full of false remorse:

"Sarah, I'm so sorry, pulling everyone into this adventure."

"I just wanted so badly to win 'Top Pregnancy Influencer' and become an influencer, to bring our family a good life. You won't blame me, will you?"

Before I could speak, Mark snatched the water bottle from her hand:

"Tiffany, you didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing?"

"Selfish people like her don't deserve your water!"

Susan also chimed in to comfort her:

"That's right, we all came willingly. Once you're famous, we'll all enjoy the benefits."

"You remember us, and we'll remember your kindness. Not like some people, who have hearts of stone."

Listening to their sarcastic remarks, I just smirked.

Oh, wonderful! Just wonderful!

I wondered if they would still be able to say such things when the sandstorm came crashing down.

Tiffany's influencer dream would cost them their most precious lives.

This moment of absurd fantasy was destined to bring them the bitter fruit of being buried in the desert.

They ate snacks and drank sodas, treating the Crimson Sands Wilderness like a photo op for their social media.

But the wind grew stronger, and the sand blotted out the sun, visibility dropping rapidly.

"Latest update: The sandstorm has been upgraded to a red alert. This area will be completely swallowed up soon."

"We need to turn back immediately, we might still make it."

Mark said, looking at his phone, his face grim.

Susan was incredulous: "No... impossible. Isn't the Crimson Sands Wilderness a tourist spot now?"

At this moment, everyone began to panic.

"What do we do? If we get trapped in the sandstorm, are we all going to die?"

"Mark, quickly think of something! I don't want to die here!"

Mark gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat:

"To survive, we have to rush out before the storm fully hits."

I watched everything unfold before me, finding it amusing.

Before, I had patiently urged them not to come, but they thought I was meddling.

Now, with disaster upon them, they finally started to get anxious.

Just then, Tiffany suddenly spoke with confidence:

"Don't worry, everyone, I know a place to shelter from the wind, it's absolutely safe!"

"We'll leave after the storm passes!"

Hearing her, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As if Tiffany's words were gospel truth, they all believed her without question.

I knew that in their eyes, I was just a meddling, malicious sister-in-law.

And Tiffany, she was the perfect family member.

I would manage their diets, encouraging them to eat less oil and spice, but Tiffany wouldn't.

I specifically got a sandstorm warning from my colleagues at the Geological Bureau, but it meant less than Tiffany's casual "It'll be fine."

Even my reminder for her to cut down on screen time and get more rest would be twisted into me deliberately targeting her.

"Tiffany always has a solution. Not like some people, who just stand there like idiots when something happens, completely useless."

Mark said excitedly, as if he had grasped a lifeline, while not forgetting to belittle me.

I sneered inwardly, clutching my phone.

Here, with sand everywhere, barely able to tell north from south, and you really believe Tiffany can find some kind of shelter?