Chapter 4My Girlfriend Went Crazy After I Neutered the Dog

Scarlett’s scream nearly shattered my eardrums.

"Leo! Are you out of your damn mind?! Mochi is my son! How dare you ruin him?!"

"Where are you right now? Get Mochi back here this instant!"

"If you dare let them neuter him, I swear I'll ruin *you*!"

I gripped my phone tightly, my voice as cold as ice:

"Scarlett, Mochi is just a stray you picked up. Neutering him is for his own good. What are you getting so worked up about? Is there something you're hiding?"

Scarlett’s voice instantly wavered.

"Leo, are you seriously suggesting there's some secret between me and a dog that you shouldn't know about?"

"Can't you stop being so perverse?!"

I didn’t want to hear her voice anymore, so I just hung up.

Soon, Scarlett rushed over, practically kicking down the hospital door.

She stormed into the animal hospital, her hair disheveled, her makeup smudged.

Her eyes were swollen and red, like two overripe peaches.

"Leo, where's Mochi?"

I pointed towards the operating room.

She shoved aside a nurse blocking her path and ran straight to the operating room door.

But when she saw Mochi, stitched up and weakly curled on the operating table, she froze to the spot, as if struck by lightning.

"Mochi…"

She stretched out a trembling hand, and the moment her fingertips touched Mochi’s ear, tears streamed down her face like a broken dam.

Mochi let out a weak whimper, his tail moving feebly, as if responding to her call.

Scarlett whirled around, her nails practically digging into my arm.

"Leo! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Mochi is my son! How dare you ruin him?!"

I yanked her hand away, my voice as sharp as a scalpel:

"Scarlett, it's just a stray you picked up. Neutering is good for dogs. You need to wake up – you're raising a dog, not a human!"

My words seemed to strike a raw nerve. She suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, a raw, choking sob mixed in with every sound.

"Wake up? Leo, *you're* the one who needs to wake up! You think I don't know what you're thinking? You're jealous of a dog! Jealous that he's more important than you are!"

She lunged at me, tearing at my collar, her face smeared with tears and snot.

"You're actually competing with a *dog* for attention?"

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms.

But at that moment, I was strangely calm.

"Scarlett, you're right. I *am* competing for attention with a dog."

"In your eyes, I'm not even as good as this dog. How can I *not* compete?"

It was as if all the strength had been drained from her. She staggered back two steps, collapsing onto the long bench outside the operating room.

Mochi struggled to get up, rubbing his wet nose against her palm.

But she just stared fixedly at the floor, tears silently splashing onto the tiles.

I seized the opportunity to pull out my phone, opening the breakup agreement I’d already prepared.

"Scarlett, let's end this here."