18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 289

Mikey's girlfriend also worked at the research institute, however, she was an administrative staff. Despite looking polished and delicate, she was shrewd and far more adaptable than these three dummies in Katie's mind. Her income wasn't high, but all her relatives had perished in the disaster, leaving her to live alone. Once, she was confronted by a thug after work, and by chance, Mikey was passing by and saved her using a taser. She had no family obligations, seemed genuine and honest, making her a suitable candidate for the Moore family daughter-in-law.

Seeing Mikey settle down would give Katie peace when her time came.

Enthusiastically, Katie extended an invitation, "We're throwing a wedding reception for them next Sunday,. If you and Jasper have time, make sure to come by."

Stella happily agreed, "Sure."

After a stroll in the square as the weather grew colder, they all got in the car to head home. Upon reaching the neighbourhood, they saw several cars parked outside the Porras family's mansion, with bodyguards hustling around, suggesting some kind of disturbance. Whatever it was, it was none of Stella's business as she sat on the passenger seat.

As they returned to their own villa, they found a body sprawled out front. To be precise, a dog's body.

The mastiff lay gasping, drenched in blood.

Cooper ran down to sniff around the injured dog, making distressed and mournful sounds.

Stella got out of the car to examine the dog, finding multiple injuries on its body, both blunt force and cuts, its fur wet with blood. No doubt about it, there had been a brutal fight.

Judging from the wounds, it didn't look like a fight with another dog, but rather injuries inflicted by a person.

Lying at the doorstep of her home, it either didn't want to die or wanted to see Cooper one last time before death. Given its condition, it was likely the former.

Dogs had feelings too, and since it had come to them for help, they couldn't just stand by and watch it die, could they?

Stella bent down to help Jasper lift the injured dog into the yard. She used bandages to clean and disinfect the wounds.

Anesthetics were precious, and it would take several doses to numb so many injuries. Stella couldn't bear to use them, so she used ropes to bind the Mastiff's mouth and limbs before starting the suturing process.

The dog seemed to understand that Stella was trying to help it, and despite the pain, it didn't struggle much, merely whimpering as Stella stitched and patched it up.

After bandaging it, she fed it a few expired pills, leaving its fate up to the higher powers.

stash of half a bone

she prepared a half bowl of high-calorie food for

back to the Porras family mansion. Stella watched it leave and then bolted the double doors before retreating

venture out, so they decided to eat the food they

laid out on the table,

Porras family's butler, Derick, "Do you

"No."

you just suture the dog's

"So?"

injured. Can

is not

"We're out of options."

ones taken to the government base. Many of those left hadn't held a scalpel in years. The Porras family had a family doctor, but he was killed in a robbery a few days

hunting in the mountains and encountered cannibals. He barely escaped with his life.

It was indeed incomprehensible

was speechless. Had he been living under a

the three radiation suits he had given

a sigh of relief, "Thank you.

managed to go back, they would have to negotiate with the higher-ups,

the Porras family's mansion. The mansion was in chaos. Even

not

of luxury and opulence, from the massive chandelier overhead to the solid teak floor underfoot.

was filled with over a dozen people, almost all members of the Porras family, from the

pig-like screams were unending, but the sight of the recently sutured

the butler had sought her out. It turned out the Mastiff had sold her

Bran's wailing got louder,

the Porras family, Stella walked over, "What are you screaming for? If I had come any later, your wounds would've healed on

frowned, but

had been slashed twice, once on the arm and once on the leg. He must have dodged in time, because the cuts weren't