Chapter 4

The next morning, Winnie did not go to the company.

Instead, she brought a woman in a business suit back to the mansion.

"Tim, this is Rachel Morgan, our attorney."

Winnie helped Tim sit on the sofa and spoke gently.

"We’re getting married next month. To put your mind at ease, I asked Rachel to prepare a prenuptial agreement. It clearly states that the Cooper family’s assets will always remain with the Cooper family. I won’t take a single penny. Will you sign it?"

I suddenly lifted my head inside the crate and stared at the documents on the coffee table.

Memories from my previous life came rushing back.

That was not a prenuptial agreement at all. It was a power of attorney and a will.

Once Tim signed it, the company his parents had spent their entire lives building would fall completely into Winnie’s hands.

The very next day after Tim signed, an "accidental" fire would break out in the mansion.

Tim would burn to death, while Winnie would inherit everything legally.

I lunged at the crate door like a madman, biting and clawing at it.

Winnie had locked the latch, and my claws scraped desperately against the wire mesh, producing an ear-piercing sound.

My claws split, and blood ran down the wire. The agony made my entire body tremble, but I could not stop.

"What’s wrong with Lucky?"

Tim’s hand stopped as he held the pen, and he turned toward the crate with concern.

"Nothing. He probably wants to come out and play after being cooped up for so long. Sign the documents first, Tim. I’ll take him outside to run around afterward."

Winnie urged him on, and her voice had already taken on a note of panic.

Tim nodded. Under Rachel’s guidance, he positioned the tip of the pen over the signature line.

The pen was about to touch the paper.

At that critical moment, my paw finally knocked the latch open.

I slammed into the crate door, burst out, and leaped straight onto the coffee table. I clamped my teeth around the ceramic teapot beside me and whipped my head to the side.

Tea spilled everywhere, splashing perfectly across the will.

The ink immediately bled, and the entire document turned into a soggy mess. It was completely ruined.

"You beast!"

Winnie’s mask shattered. Her face turned ashen, and her expression twisted into something vicious and terrifying.

The next second, she pulled the black remote control from her pocket and turned the ultrasonic device to maximum power.

A burst of pain ten times more intense than yesterday’s pierced straight through my skull.

I fell from the coffee table and thrashed violently on the floor. Blood even seeped from my nose and mouth.

At the same time, Winnie pressed something on her phone.

The collar around my neck announced: "I hate this family! I want to bite that blind man to death!"

Tea scalded the back of Tim’s hand. The vicious threat from the collar made him go pale with fright, and he repeatedly backed away.

"Tim, be careful! He’s gone mad from rabies!"

Winnie shouted angrily and grabbed a brass ornament from beside the coffee table.

She raised the heavy brass ornament high above her head and aimed it at mine.

"I’m going to beat this mad dog to death today!"

The terror of having my skull crushed in my previous life instantly overwhelmed me.

The agony left me unable to move, and I closed my eyes in despair.

It was over.

Everything was over.

In the end, I still could not save him.

However, the excruciating pain of my skull being crushed never came.

I forced my eyes open and saw a pair of hands gripping Winnie’s wrist.

It was Tim.

He did not panic and recoil as he usually did.

His once-unfocused eyes were fixed on Winnie.

Tim slowly raised his head.

His voice was cold, as though he had become a different person.

"Winnie, what are you doing?"