Byron Thorne sniffed the salted pork, his expression darkening. He said grimly, "This isn't rat poison. It's heartbreak grass. How did heartbreak grass get into the meat?"
The color drained from Felix Thorne and Phoebe Huxley's faces. They both knew of heartbreak grass; plenty of it grew on the mountain. When foraging for pig fodder, one had to avoid it, as it was fatal to pigs. It was just as deadly to cattle and sheep, though they were usually smart enough to recognize poisonous plants and stay away.
"Someone did this on purpose. That son of a bitch! I hope they die a miserable death!" Phoebe Huxley cursed, but her forehead was slick with cold sweat.
If it weren't for Dollar, her children would be dead now. She couldn't even bear to imagine it; a cold chill ran down her spine.
"Dollar, thank you!"
Tang Xiaonan whispered, hugging Dollar. The dog licked her face, looking utterly exhausted. The effort of crawling over to them had drained all its strength.
