"What, Little Lotus was sent to the pet hospital?"
Not asking, I didn't know; asking was quite a shock.
Elliana Lyle had intended to tell people at Moonlake Villas to pick up the cat and inquire about Little Lotus's current situation. Who knew Little Lotus had ended up in the hospital?
Over the phone, the butler replied, "Yes, ma'am, but the check-up shows nothing serious, just overate."
"Phew!" Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and instructed, "Feed it on time in proper amounts every day. Don't give too much at once; even if it acts cute and pitiful, don't give in. Let it run around more."
She knew Little Lotus was a glutton; even if it was full, it could eat a bit more.
She remembered a morning from a previous life when she cooked a five-pound carp in plain water, too big for the plate and had to be put in a stainless steel basin.
