The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Confronting

The Beast

Of course, Maren had no intention of actually killing the cub. Her only goal was to frighten the mother bear into backing off and keeping Morris safe.

Just as she predicted, the mother bear recoiled in fear.

It wasn’t just alarmed by the possibility that Maren might kill the cub. It was also overwhelmed with rage, unleashing a series of deafening roars in her direction.

“I’m not bluffing! If you don’t back away right now, I will do it!”

Although the bear couldn’t understand her words, Maren raised the cub high in the air and waved her free hand to drive the mother away.

This time, her message was received. The bear dropped into a cautious crouch, its once–menacing stance dissolving as it slowly retreated from Morris.

Maren continued forward, the cub secure in her grasp, using its presence to force the bear to inch back until she finally reached Morris‘ side.

She extended a hand and lifted him carefully: Though weak, Morris managed to rise to his feet with her

support.

“You’re incredible, Maren,” he said, his eyes fixed on the cub in her hand, filled with awe.

With the cub now in their care, the mother bear wouldn’t dare attack.

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“You weren’t really going to drop it, were you?” Morris asked, watching the little one lick Maren’s hand with quiet affection.

“You’re getting all sentimental again,” Maren teased him.

“I mean it, Maren. Maybe once we’ve moved away, we can let it go. There must be somewhere else we can camp? Morris said after a long pause.

Despite what had happened, Morris couldn’t shake the guilt. After all, they were the ones who had wandered into the bear’s territory. Seeing the mother bear now, looking at them with such desperate eyes, made him hesitate.

“When did I ever say I was going to kill it?” Maren replied casually. As soon as the mother bear had stepped far enough back, she walked over to the leftover cheetah meat, pulled away a small chunk, and fed it to the cub.

The little creature chirped with delight and eagerly took the offering.

“I knew it,” Morris said, letting out a soft laugh. “Someone as kind as you wouldn’t go that far.”

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Chapter 232 Confronting The Beast

From Maren’s actions, he could tell they shared the same thoughts.

After finishing the meat, the cub let out a squeaky cry, still hungry and reaching its paw towards Maren for

more.

She gently set it down and handed it one of the last cheetah legs they had.

The cub gave a joyful squeal and immediately began to gnaw.

Just then, three more cubs crept out from the cave, drawn by the scent of fresh meat, and began crawling towards Maren.

Without hesitation, she handed pieces of meat to each one, sharing what she had without holding back.

As the mother bear saw her cubs being fed, the furious growls that had shaken the ground earlier gradually

faded into silence.

“Maren, I think the mother bear stopped roaring. Do you think maybe she’s thankful?” Morris asked, his voice

full of wonder.

“Hard to say,” Maren replied, her tone casual and unconcerned.

She knew better than to assume animals thought like people. In the wild, survival came first, and instincts

always ruled over sentiment.

This bear had most likely gone out to hunt and returned with nothing. That failure had left her cubs hungry

and herself anxious. Now that someone else was providing food for them, she had no reason to remain

aggressive.

After some time passed, Maren noticed the bear repeatedly licking at one of its paws. She figured it might be

hungry too, so she tore off another chunk of cheetah meat and tossed it in the bear’s direction.

The bear turned her head, gave Maren a long look, sniffed the meat carefully, then tore into it hungrily.

Once the meat was gone, she returned to licking her paw with the same slow rhythm,

“Maren, look. There’s blood on her fur,” Morris said suddenly. His eyes had been focused on her face until now,

but as she shifted, he noticed the dark stain on her side.

“It looks like something bit her,” Maren replied. Her gaze narrowed as she studied the small wound. It was still bleeding lightly and looked like the aftermath of a brutal encounter.

“It takes a lot to hurt a black bear,” Morris said in disbelief. “They’re some of the fiercest animals on this island. Whatever did that must be even stronger,”

Maren was puzzled too. Was there another predator somewhere nearby?

The question barely formed when a deep roar erupted from the distance. The sound rose steadily, growing

louder with each second that passed.

“A tiger! That’s a tiger!” Morris cried out, startled to the point where he dropped straight onto the ground.

Maren stood up at once. As soon as she heard that roar, everything clicked into place. Now she understood what had wounded the mother bear earlier.

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