My Life From Ancient Times to the Present

Seeing the girl cry, the pain in his heart almost overflowing.

"I think she doesn't want to have any gifts. This anniversary is not a good idea!"

"Yeah, let's just forget about it." I followed his words and added another sentence.

I used to be cared most about these anniversaries and he knew it too.

But I let it go, which caught him a bit surprised.

He was a bit angry, as if he felt that I had humiliated him. He picked up a cup beside him and threw it at me.

Winter barked, jumped up and knocked the cup over. The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Zevanka was afraid of the puppy jumped up to her, so she stepped on those fragments with her bare feet.

For a moment, sharp screams echoed through the night sky.

The floor of the bedroom was covered in blood. She kept shouting in pain and her crying never stopped.

"Jessica!"

Cornelius' eyes were bloodshot and his pair of resentful eyes fell on me and then followed me to Winter.

That gaze seemed to want to tear our tendons and skin us alive.

An ominous premonition arose and I rushed over to hug Winter, but Cornelius snacthed it first.

He lifted the dog with one hand, full of murderous intent.

"This dog is just like its owner, it really tired of living."

"Cornelius, let it go!"

I pulled his hand and tried to reach it, but the man was a head taller than me and I could not reach it even if I jumped up.

"I beg you not to harm it."

I begged him with sobs.

In countless nights without Cornelius and in the nights when I was sad for Cornelius, it was Winter who accompanied me.

Winter was strangled by the neck and in his hands, it went from barking in the beginning to whimpering later.

I watched it gradually lose its vitality.

Cornelius snorted coldly, lifted it up and smashed it on the ground.

Winter's body was pierced with deep and shallow fragments. It was convulsing all over and making faint cries.

I rushed over and hugged Winter tightly, trembling all over.

"Winter..."

I tried to talk to it, but all it could make was gasping for breath.

I wanted to take it to the doctor, but before I could take a few steps, the puppy died in my arms.

I turned my eyes angrily at Cornelius, but he had a fearless expression on his face.

It seemed that this matter was painless to him.

And my pain was a catalyst for excitement in his eyes.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that he did not look so much like Killian. Killian had a mole at the end of his eye.

However, he did not.

I stopped crying and said nothing. I carried Winter back to my room.

The sound of laughter and chatter between the two outside the door pierced my ears and the coldness in my arms was like a needle piercing my heart, so painful that I could not breathe.

Cornelius, you really have no conscience.

"Miss, we are a pet funeral house. Can't we get in through the gate of this community?"

"Wait, I'll come pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, I put on an outer and headed for the door.

"What are you going to do?"

As soon as I reached the door, Cornelius stopped me.

"Jessica, if you leave today, don't ever come back!"