Chapter 2

As I thought back to the incidents in my previous life, I clenched my fists. Seeing the two people and one cat at the dining table, overwhelming hatred made me want to act impulsively.

Yet, thinking of my newborn daughter, Ella, I could only suppress this anger for now. This time, I would make all of them pay dearly!

"Claire, what are you standing there for? Come sit down!" As she spoke, Leah handed me a bowl of dark, murky soup.

"Drink it while it's hot. This will restore your strength. It'll help with your milk supply too." She lifted the bowl in my hands as she spoke, her eyes full of expectation.

Before, I would have drunk it without hesitation. Now, however, I gently set the bowl on the table.

"It's a little hot. I'll drink it in a moment."

This soup was meant to reduce breast milk production. I remembered losing my milk supply after drinking this bowl of soup. I was forced to give Ella formula, which also gave Poppy the opportunity she had been looking for.

When Leah heard me say that, disappointment flashed in her eyes. "Alright. Just don't forget to drink it."

I ignored her and sat down next to Neil. Then, I affectionately brought my mouth close to his face. "Honey, I want you to make me your pot roast."

I could clearly feel Neil's body stiffen at this gesture. His first reaction was not to answer me but to look somewhat fearfully at Poppy, who was eating.

Poppy also noticed my actions and bared her teeth. Her eyes became incredibly fierce.

"Honey, say something! I also want you to make me ribs and coleslaw."

As I spoke, I gently rested my head on his shoulder and unconsciously caressed his abs with my hand.

Of course, my gaze never left Poppy. She was bristling now, making strange sounds from her mouth. It did not sound like a cat's meow but more like a woman's scream, only somewhat deeper.

I had angered her, but this was not enough. I stared at her intently, then provocatively raised my eyebrows at her.

The next moment, she charged straight at me. Fortunately, I was prepared and quickly hid behind Neil.

Poppy did not want to hurt Neil, so she forced herself to stop, but momentum still made her take a few steps forward. She knocked the bowl of soup off the table perfectly.

I seized the opportunity and grabbed Poppy by the scruff of her neck. I lifted her high, then slammed her hard onto the ground. "You're just a pet that I feed, and you think you can lord over me?"

I then kicked her hard in the chest. Poppy's previous arrogant attitude completely disappeared from the pain.

Neil shoved me hard and shouted, "Have you lost your mind? What are you doing?"

Leah screamed and quickly knelt down to pick up Poppy.

"Claire, you're absolutely insane! Why are you picking on a cat? Do you realize you could've killed her?" Neil was extremely agitated, and his eyes had turned red with anger.

I curved my lips into a smile as I looked at Poppy. She was panting slightly with saliva dripping down, looking quite pitiful.

Leah cried while comforting Poppy in her arms, "Stop arguing! We need to get to the hospital right now!"