Chapter 3The Grandma from Hell Meets Her Match

"Chloe, quickly take Liam and go hide somewhere. You used Buddy to help Mom and Dad, and we'll always remember this favor, but the old lady is not someone to mess with. When she wakes up, who knows what scheme she'll come up with to make things difficult for you!"

"Yes, Chloe, you have a baby in your belly. The doctor said you shouldn't have too many emotional fluctuations. If the sky falls, Mom and Dad are here to hold it up. Just consider it a honeymoon with Liam!"

"Mom, Dad, what are you saying? The old lady might be tough to deal with, but I'm no pushover either! As for the baby, don't worry. If it can't even handle this little storm, it has no right to be my, Chloe Davis', child!"

After cooking dinner in the evening, the old lady slowly woke up.

At the dinner table, she deliberately picked fights.

"The meat is stewed so tough, are you trying to break my teeth?"

"Don't you know I don't eat seafood? And you deliberately made smoked fish!"

"Now that living standards have improved, you're starting to waste food, right? Eight dishes for four people!"

As she spoke, she tried to take the beef and smoked fish in front of me to put in the fridge.

"Put it down.

"I told you to put it down, didn't you hear me?"

"You don't listen to nice words, huh? Buddy, attack!"

Amidst the barking, the old lady resentfully put down the bowls and chopsticks.

I tilted my head to look at her:

"If you think the meat is too tough and hurts your teeth, then eat porridge. Do you know why long-lived elderly people live long?"

My husband weakly chimed in:

"Because they like to eat millet porridge, and millet porridge is good for health!"

"Wrong! Because they are smart and know who not to mess with!"

I looked at the old lady:

"Grandma, you're a smart person, right?"

The old lady didn't speak, just glared at me.

"Buddy~"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Are you crazy? I already said yes, and you're still making your dog bite me!"

"Move your foot, you're stepping on his toy!"

With Buddy around, the old lady didn't dare to act up again that night.

When going to sleep, my husband wrapped his arms around my waist, his tears wetting my shoulder, crying like a child:

"Chloe, why are you only here now!

"Boohoo, if only I had met you earlier!

"Sniff, wife, I love you."

A night of sweet dreams.

When we woke up in the morning, my husband went to feed Buddy.

He searched around but couldn't find any trace of him.

He looked at me with red eyes:

"What do we do, honey? Buddy is missing!"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something.

He ran to the kitchen and found a pool of blood.

There were also a few strands of black hair in the trash can, exactly like the ones on Buddy.

My husband angrily found the old lady and confronted her:

"Tell me, did you kill Buddy?!"

"You little beast, how are you talking to your grandmother! Is there any justice?! I cooked for you all early in the morning, and I get blamed for it?"

"It was you! You stewed my rabbit back then!"

"David, control your son! He's in his twenties and has no manners at all! Yelling at his elders like this!"

My father-in-law was called out, with my mother-in-law following behind.

The old lady grabbed my mother-in-law:

"You tell them, you woke up earlier than me. Did you see me kill the dog?"

"N-no."

My mother-in-law's eyes welled with tears.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal. We'll look for him after breakfast, he won't be lost."

"Exactly, exactly. My granddaughter-in-law is the sensible one."

At the dining table, the old lady served me a bowl of meat soup.

"Granddaughter-in-law, you are the reasonable one, unlike these few, completely lacking basic decency. An animal is just an animal. Even if you raise it for two or three years, or even decades, it can never be more important than a person."

"You're right."

"Everything has its fate. Don't blame this old lady for speaking bluntly. If Buddy was killed for meat, it's also his fortune. Blame nothing else, only blame that he committed too many sins in his past life, or that the owner who raised him committed too many sins. Granddaughter-in-law, do you think I'm right?"

I nodded:

"Grandma naturally makes sense."

She nodded in satisfaction.

It wasn't until she saw me drink the entire bowl of soup that her expression changed, and she asked me with a grinning smile:

"This soup tastes pretty good, right?"

"Very fresh."

"Of course, the meat of a little beast raised on expensive dog food sure is tender~"

My husband was so angry he smashed his bowl on the floor:

"I knew it! You did it!"

"You little brat, shut your mouth! Is it your turn to speak? Your skin is itching, you need a beating, don't you?"

After reprimanding my husband, she came to lecture me.

"And you, using a dog to bully people! This old lady gave you some face, and you really thought I was afraid of you! Without that Malinois, what are you! Piss in a puddle and look at your reflection! A face that curses her husband! Only this blind fool would want you!"

She grew more arrogant as she spoke, setting down several rules for me.

When she got excited, she even demanded I acknowledge the turtle she had kept for forty years as my "god-grandmother."

"I've raised this turtle for forty years; it could be your grandmother. Acknowledging you as a granddaughter is doing you an honor, don't be ungrateful."

I nodded in agreement.