My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Unlike Some People, an Ungrateful Wolf

Out in the yard, she found Damien Vaughn and Candy crouching by a black fence in a corner of the garden, seemingly tending to a dog.

"Mom!"

Seeing her come out, Candy hurriedly waved her over.

"Come quick and help! This little dog is stuck! It’s going to die. The poor thing!"

Cecelia Archer walked over and saw a small, filthy black mutt wedged between the fence slats. Half its body was stuck, unable to move forward or backward, and its back was scraped raw and bleeding.

Whenever Candy got even a little closer, it would whimper in pain.

Children seem to have an innate compassion for small animals. Candy tried to reach out and touch it several times, but Damien Vaughn stopped her each time.

"Don’t touch it. It’s a stray, who knows where it’s from. It’s filthy, and it might have viruses. You could catch something if you touch it. Just leave it alone. We’re not veterinarians; even if we get it out, we can’t treat its injuries. I’ll call property management and have them take the dog away. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine."

But Candy couldn’t bear to leave it.

She had been longing to have a little dog or cat for a long time.

But before, at her aunt’s house, it had been completely impossible.

Later, when she moved to the Vaughn Family’s home, she mentioned it once to Ms. King, but Ms. King said that both Great-Grandpa and Damien Vaughn were extreme neat freaks and didn’t like having cats or dogs in the house, so she held back again.

’Now that Mom and I are living by ourselves in such a big house, can’t we have one more little life here?’

Cecelia Archer saw Candy’s longing as clear as day and had known for a while that she wanted a puppy.

But this dog was too big for Candy to handle easily, and besides, it might already have an owner.

"I can help you get it out, but you can’t just claim it as your own and say you’re keeping it, okay?"

"Candy, maybe it just got lost and ended up here. Its owner could be looking for it right now. We should take it to property management so they can return it to its owner. Or, at the very least, we wait until we’ve confirmed it doesn’t have an owner and can’t survive on its own before we consider adopting it, okay?"

Candy thought what her mom said made sense.

"Okay, then. As long as you’re willing to save it, that’s what matters. Hurry up, Mom! I think it’s about to be squeezed to death."

Damien Vaughn was a serious germaphobe and had no fondness for this kind of ugly, common dog, especially since it was so dirty and had blood on it.

He didn’t want Candy to touch the dog, and he didn’t want Cecelia Archer to touch it either.

But Cecelia Archer didn’t mind at all. As she spoke, she soothed the dog, carefully pressing on its belly and abdomen to help it relax, and slowly worked it free from the fence.

"You’re amazing, Mom! I knew you could do it. Is it okay?"

Cecelia Archer placed the dog on the grass and parted its fur to check the wound.

"It’s fine. Just a minor injury. Let me see if it’s a boy or a girl."

She placed her hand on the dog’s belly again.

Maybe it was nervous, or maybe it had just been holding it for too long, but as soon as her hand landed, a warm stream gushed out—the dog had peed on her hand.

"AH!"

Cecelia Archer didn’t mind cats and dogs, but having one pee directly into her hand was hard to stomach. She shot to her feet, disgusted.

"It peed on me! How rude!"

"Huh? Little doggy, my mom just saved your life! How could you do that to her?"

Seeing her mom being "bullied," Candy stretched out her two small, fair hands, scooped the dog into her arms, and prepared to give it a good "talking-to."

But the dog struggled, and a foul stench immediately filled the air.

"AH! Mom, it pooped on me too!"

Disgusted, Damien Vaughn immediately stood up and took a step back.

"Let go of it! I told you not to touch it, but you just had to. That dress is ruined. Come with me and get in the bath, now!"

Candy hadn’t expected the dog to be so ungrateful, soiling her brand-new dress with a load of runny poop.

"Mommy..."

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