“Oh my,the lady of the house is back?”Vanessa’s syrupy voice rang out,laced with malice and mockery.
She didn’t stop;instead she excitedly whipped out her phone,recording the frightened cat.
“Adrian,look at it—swinging back and forth like a plush toy!Isn’t it funny?Hahaha!”
At her words,Adrian actually gave a low laugh.He tightened his arm around Vanessa,his eyes—hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses—sliding over the terrified cat before settling on Clara’s pale face.There was not a trace of guilt in them,only indulgence.
He seemed to enjoy Vanessa’s vicious“energy,”even found it amusing.
In that instant,Clara remembered three years ago,when Snowball was just a tiny kitten and Adrian had placed it in her arms,saying:
“Clara,when I’m away on business,let this little one keep you company.Look at its blue eyes—just like yours,pure and trusting.”
Back then,Adrian had patiently fed Snowball and cleaned its litter box—simply because she loved it.
The tenderness in her memories and the cruelty before her formed a blade,driving straight through her heart.
“Adrian,are you even human anymore?Put Snowball down!”Clara’s voice shook as she tried to rush toward the stairs.