Facade of Love

Chapter 167 The Mine Disaster

I really did not want to dig into the Youngs‘ secret dramas, so I left it at that. Honestly, their issues were none of my business. I just happened to walk into the middle of it all today.

As I turned to leave, Mr. Zachary called out, “Mrs. Young…” I paused and looked back at him.

He let out a weary sigh, glanced around, and suggested, “Let’s go downstairs to talk about this.”

Together, we took the elevator down.

Down in the hospital’s chill–out zone, Mr. Zachary snagged a quiet corner and let out a weary sigh. Back in the ‘80s, things weren’t as tight policy–wise, and our economy was just gaining momentum. Old Man Young started out with nothing but his carpentry skills and turned that into some serious seed money. He got to know folks from all walks of life, set up a lumber mill, and when that started raking in the dough, he launched a bunch of decorating businesses. Before you knew it, he was popping up branches in cities all over the southeast. The bigger the company got, the fatter his wallet grew. With cash to burn, he got the idea to snap up land and mountains all over the place. Back then, if you had the money, you could get your hands on idle mountains for miles, especially around Lake City.”

Mr. Zachary had a lot to say, and I was not quite sure where he was going with it, so I just stayed quiet

and listened.

mine–literally. Old Man Young bought up just about every hill and dale around Lake City and mined them to the hilt. Those mines ballooned the Youngs‘ fortune like you would not believe. But you know how it is- people always want more. Ten years back, those mountains were pretty much tapped out, and the government was clamping down on private mining. Still, the old man was dead set on one last payday. But greed’s a

sip from his travel mug and added, “After years of mining, those mountains were hollowed out. Right when Old Man Young was about to cash in one last time and call it quits, one of the mountains gave way from too much digging. Thousands of acres just collapsed overnight. It

was still in

disaster was huge. It was not just Lake City talking, but people

the time, but it

it was natural and just the earth shifting, and with all those doomsday predictions about the Mayan calendar, a lot of people just chalked it up to that. It did not seem to have lasting effects. Or

that we did not

down, and it was riddled with mines. Do

what about the maze of mines that

and looked at Mr. Zachary, “How many died in the mines when

that started to redden, Mr. Zachary said softly, “Three hundred.”