"This is my cat." I stubbornly refused to back down.
It has nothing to do with Jone. I've raised this cat for two years.
I could leave everything else behind, but asking me to give up Lucky was impossible.
"Eden just got home and doesn't understand much. She just likes the cat. Why can't you give it to her?"
"Our family has treated you well. Besides, all of these things should rightfully belong to Eden."
My mother frowned at me, her face full of disappointment.
I let out a bitter laugh. Indeed, there isn't a single thing in this house that belongs to me.
Even the kitten I raised is not mine.
And neither am I.
Eden impatiently reached out to grab Lucky, lifting the cat by its tail.
"Stop it!" I hurried forward, trying to take Lucky back.
A cat's tail has cartilage. Lifting it this way could cause a fracture!
Lucky cried out in pain, leaving a scratch on Eden's arm before she angrily threw it against the wall.
I stood frozen, watching as the small, soft body slid down to the corner, blood spilling from its tiny mouth.
I dropped my luggage, carefully cradling it in my hands.
The kitten's wet eyes gazed at me, it whimpered twice before breathing its last.