A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

Nathan Fletcher's brows furrowed instantly. "Dead?"


"How could he be?! COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Nathan Fletcher shot up, his voice shrill. "And by suicide?! How is that possible!?"


That guy, Timothy Lawson, had an extremely strong will to live.


He had snuck into the hospital twice before, intending to kill Timothy Lawson himself.


But even as a severely injured man, bedridden and unable to move, he had still managed to resist forcefully.


It was clear that Timothy Lawson cherished his own life.


So, there was no way he would have committed suicide.


Mr. Fletcher paused. "They found no signs of foul play. The surveillance footage showed no one entering his room. After an investigation, it was indeed ruled a suicide."


Nathan Fletcher pressed his lips together, his face growing even paler from the sudden movement. His features were scrunched up, but he stubbornly remained silent.


Chapter 171 - Chapter 171: Why Still "Food Guarding"?