Chapter 2

Tim crouched beside me with one hand still resting on my back.

He could feel the tension in my muscles and the frantic wagging of my tail.

"Lucky, why are you still trembling?"

Tim frowned slightly, a trace of confusion appearing on his face.

Because I was his guide dog and spent every day by his side, Tim knew my body language extremely well and sensed that something was wrong.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"It must be Toby!"

The doubt vanished from Tim’s face. He happily stood up and felt his way toward the door.

Winnie hurried over and opened it first.

Toby Cook stood outside. He was Tim’s college roommate and was now his only friend whom he regarded as family.

After Tim lost his sight, the wealthy heirs from his old social circle regarded him as useless and cut ties with him.

Only Toby continued to visit the mansion every few days to keep him company and offer him comfort.

Tim regarded Toby as the person closest to him in the world after Winnie.

However, he had no idea that his good friend had been having an affair with Winnie behind his back for a long time.

Winnie claimed to be managing Tim’s family business for him, but she actually controlled the entire company. Toby was her secretary.

"Tim! I’ve missed you so much!"

The moment Toby stepped inside, he warmly draped an arm around Tim’s shoulders.

"Toby, sit down. Winnie, could you wash some fruit?" Tim greeted him with a smile.

Winnie answered and turned toward the kitchen.

Toby helped Tim sit on the sofa, then took the seat on Tim’s right.

A while later, Winnie carried over a plate of fruit and sat beside Toby.

The scene that followed made my stomach churn.

Tim sat on the left side of the sofa with a fruit knife in his hand, carefully peeling an apple for Toby by feel.

"Toby, has Winnie been very busy at the company lately? She works herself too hard. Keep an eye on her for me and make sure she eats on time."

On the right side of the sofa.

Toby actually leaned over and draped his arm around Winnie’s shoulders.

Winnie did not push him away. Instead, she nestled into his arms, and the two of them shamelessly kissed right in front of Tim.

Toby even looked at Tim provocatively as he kissed Winnie, then answered him in a muffled voice:

"Mm… Don’t worry, Tim… She’s doing… really well at the company…"

An overwhelming wave of disgust and fury surged through my mind.

They had gone too far!

Just then, Toby’s leg accidentally knocked against the edge of the coffee table, making a faint sound.

Tim’s hand paused as he peeled the apple. He tilted his head toward the noise.

"Winnie, what was that? Did something fall on the floor?"

Winnie’s face turned pale with fright.

She shoved Toby away, hurriedly straightened her clothes, and spoke in a slightly trembling voice while pretending to remain calm.

"No, Tim. I accidentally kicked the trash can."

However, Toby refused to stop.

He did not let go of Winnie. Instead, he held her even tighter and glared at Tim with venom in his eyes.

I could not take it anymore.

I suddenly lunged forward, bit down on the white cane beside Tim’s sofa, and dragged it desperately toward the middle of the couch.

I wanted him to touch the two shameless cheaters!

"Lucky! What are you doing?"

Tim cried out in surprise and instinctively leaned forward to grab his cane.

His hand was about to touch Toby’s back.

Winnie reacted instantly.

She suddenly raised her leg and kicked me hard in the stomach.

The force sent me flying, and I let out a painful yelp.

At the same time, Winnie quickly pressed a shortcut on her phone inside her pocket.

The collar around my neck immediately played a cheerful announcement:

"Handsome Toby brought me some jerky! I want to take Daddy to eat it! It smells so good!"

Tim’s outstretched hand stopped in midair. He then helplessly pulled it back.

He chuckled and gave a light clap.

"Lucky, you’re such a glutton. Toby, did you bring him more treats?"

Toby slowly pulled away from Winnie’s arms, straightened his suit, and finally spoke.

"Yes. I bought Lucky some premium imported jerky."

He walked over to me and pulled a dark, low-quality piece of jerky from his pocket.

He stared at me viciously, pried my jaw open, and forced the jerky into my mouth.

The jerky was covered in black pepper and chili powder.

The spicy, pungent taste rushed into my nose and windpipe.

I sneezed frantically, while a searing pain tore through my throat.

"Oh dear, Lucky ate too quickly and choked," Toby said with a quiet laugh.

Tim sighed sympathetically.

"This child is such a glutton."

I lay sprawled on the floor as fat tears struck the ground one after another.

Despair overwhelmed me completely.