"Besides, Uncle told me to take good care of you!"
Lily raised her tone, obviously using Ethan to put pressure on her. Casey took the lunch box, opened it and took a deep breath.
Then, under Lily's gaze, she took a careful sip.
There was a strange smell in the air and tiny hairs floating on the broth. Something was wrong.
A thought suddenly appeared in Casey's mind. So, she asked, “Where's the puppy? Did anyone feed it during the days I was unconscious?”
Lily smiled innocently, pointed at the soup in her hand and tilted her head.
"Eh? Auntie, didn't you taste it? Knowing how much you missed it, I made sure to bring it back right away.
"Auntie, how does the local dog you raised like your own child taste? Are you satisfied with my cooking skills?"
Almost instantly, Casey's eyes went dark, goose bumps appeared all over her body. She turned her head and vomited the acid in his stomach all over the floor.
The furry creature she had raised for three years was skinned, its tendons removed and stewed into soup.
Lily, how dare she?!
Casey's eyes were uncontrollably filled with bloodshot and she could no longer bear it, so she slapped Lily in the face.