Chapter 226 Picking Up the Pieces
Kason smirked, as if he found the whole thing amusing. Without hesitation, he nodded.
That dog belonged to Shane
But what was Shane going to do? It was just a dog.
The Samoyed barely reacted when it was brought out. Whether it was because it believed its owner the endless torment it had endured, Sierra wasn’t sure.
Either way, it showed no emotion.
If dogs could lose their souls, this one had.
A Kason walked her to the car, he casually said. “If the dog starts acting differently, let me know,”
Sierra tilted her head. “What if it dies?”
was dead or because of
“Kason chuckled. “Then tell me anyway. Not my dog. I’ll have to pass the news along to its real owner”
As soon as Kason’s car drove off, Sierra stepped into the elevator.
The doors slid open-
Johnathan was waiting.
The moment she saw him, everything inside her crumbled.
She didn’t say a word.
She just threw herself into his arms.
Johnathan held her tightly, saying nothing.
Mateo and Dickson were standing in the hallway, but they understood immediately. Without a word, they turned and walked
away.
Johnathan didn’t ask her anything.
He didn’t tell her to stop.
He already knew–Kason’s existence alone was enough to make Sierra sick.
And the more disgusting he was, the less Sierra would back down.
She wouldn’t let herself.
It was a long time before Sierra finally pulled herself together.
Her face was unreadable again.
“Let’s go,” she said, voice steady.
With that, she led the dog to her apartinent.
Mateo joined them a moment later, leaning against the doorframe, watching as Sierra gently cleaned the Samoyed’s wounds.
He glanced at Johnathan.
She looked too calm, too controlled.
Even he had barely been able to stomach what he had heard today.
And she had seen it firsthand.
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Chapter 226 Picking Up the Pieces
Johnathan didn’t acknowledge him. His focus was only on Sierra.
She had always been like this.
Even when she was surrounded by darkness, she carried a light inside her.
Even if the world was cruel, she never let it steal the warmth from her heart.
The dog lay completely still.
Even as Sierra treated it, it didn’t react.
It had lost its will to live.
They had forced it to break itself apart.
Sierra stroked its head gently.
“You deserved better.”
A dog like this–who had been thrown away so easily–didn’t deserve an owner like that in the first place.
It didn’t even flick an ear in response.
After washing her hands, Sierra finally turned to Johnathan..
“Yes.”
“They’re not endangered species. No laws protect them. At best, it’ll cause some public outrage, but that’s all.”
Because that’s what this was about.
No matter how careful Kason had been, he had to dopose of them somehow.
Dickson had been digging.
No trails. No records. Just… nothing.
Kason had to be hiding something, something worse.
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