Chapter 5

Diana POV

Instinct told me the canvas bag contained Cotton Ball. Like a madwoman, I floored the accelerator, chasing that cargo van all the way.

Finally, at the suburban waste disposal site, the cargo van stopped.

The two men dragged the heavy object from the canvas bag and threw it into the landfill like garbage.

They clapped their hands and spat at the garbage heap.

"That beast was pretty tough. With such a large dose of poison, it took until now to stop moving."

As they turned around, I rushed out of the car and lunged at them.

"Where's Cotton Ball? What did you do to my dog!"

One of them raised an eyebrow, looking completely indifferent. "You mean that dog? It's dead!"

"What did you say?"

My heart seemed to stop suddenly.

He pointed to the nearby garbage heap. "There, over there."

My gaze froze, looking at the canvas bag ruthlessly thrown in the garbage pile.

My eyes instantly reddened.

Like a madwoman, I punched and kicked the two large men.

"Who gave you permission to do this! Give Cotton Ball back to me!"

The other man impatiently pushed me away. My feet became unsteady and I fell to the ground, my palm pressing on sharp stones, instantly sending severe pain through my palm.

"That beast frightened Ms. Juliet. Killing it directly was letting it off easy."

"We're following the boss's orders. Crazy woman, don't cause trouble."

With a cold laugh and curse, they drove the van away.

Ignoring the blood seeping from my palm, I stumbled to my feet, rushed into the garbage pile, and threw myself at that sack.

With trembling hands, I untied the sack.

The Samoyed inside had already been fed deadly poison, foaming at the mouth, its body stiff and cold.

Seeing this little companion who'd been with me day and night become like this, my heart felt like it had been stabbed viciously.

Heart-wrenching and desperate pain swept through my entire body. Holding its already cold body, I broke down crying in the foul-smelling garbage dump.

How I carried Cotton Ball away from that place, I couldn't remember anymore.

I didn't want to leave it in that cold garbage heap. I took it to be cremated and put its ashes in a small jar.

After handling all this, the gray sky began drizzling cold rain.

I returned home in a daze, completely numb. My hair and clothes were soaked by the rain, but I didn't feel cold, because my heart was colder.

When Nathan came home and saw me like this, I seemed not to hear anything he said.

He sighed helplessly. "It's just a dog."

"I did have someone take it away, but since you're this sad... I'll buy you another one with better bloodlines that's more obedient. How about that?"

I sat on the sofa like a sculpture, not wanting to respond to him with a single word.

Seeing my silent, deathly appearance, Nathan's eyes flickered with an unprecedented panic.

"I didn't realize that dog was so important to you."

He spoke more and more gently. "Diana, please don't be like this. You're really scaring me."

But I still had no reaction, not even giving him a glance.

Perhaps experiencing such cold treatment from me for the first time, Nathan's expression gradually became uncomfortable.

He never noticed that in my hand, I was tightly gripping a cold urn of ashes.

Two days later, unable to cheer me up, Nathan booked my usual favorite upscale French restaurant as an apology.

However, when he half-coaxed, half-forced me into the restaurant, I saw Juliet sitting in the best window seat.

Juliet waved at us with a smile. "Nathan, over here."

My steps stopped abruptly.

Nathan noticed and explained softly in my ear:

"Cotton Ball being sent away made you so sad. Juliet feels very guilty about it and wants to have dinner with you to apologize."

I looked coldly at this extremely hypocritical man before me.

Afraid I'd turn and leave, Nathan held my shoulders with both hands and forcibly brought me to the table to sit down.

Then, exquisite signature dishes were brought to the table one after another.

Before all the dishes had arrived, Nathan's phone suddenly rang.

It was a work call, so he took his phone and walked to the terrace to answer it.

At this moment, Juliet curved her red-painted lips. "Ms. Diana, I'm so sorry for making you lose such an important pet."

I didn't want to acknowledge her, lowering my head to cut the meat on my plate.

But I heard Juliet lower her voice, full of triumph. "I heard from my people that the dog had quite strong vitality. They poured a whole bottle of poison into it, yet it somehow held on for over ten minutes before dying."