Chapitre 155: [Departure]

[Leanna's POV]

[Departure]

  A few days later.

"Len-Len, don't forget to apply medicine on your wounds so they won't damage your skin. And don't––!"

"Mom, I know," I cut in. "Now give me back little Pluffy." I extended my hand at her –– eying her big duffle bag.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." My mother shifted her eyes and tightened her grip on her bag.

"Mom, I can hear little Pluffy's whimpers from that bag."

. . .

. . .

My mother clicked her tongue. Sighing, she reluctantly gave me the bag. I let out the whimpering furball, and before he could jump at me –– Cain grabbed the little puff of fur, not letting him even an inch near me.

Since little Pluffy was a lot bigger now and puffier and I was injured at the moment, I let the furball whimpered at Cain's hand as the cold man carried him like a sack, tossed over his shoulder.