Chapter 195

Chapter 195

As it turned out, there was always a reason Kelvin disliked something.

In the Adler family, he was one of the rare few who could be considered normal.

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When he returned home at noon the next day, he spotted a truck parked outside the house and immediately had a bad feeling.

As he approached, he heard Yvonne’s soft, childlike voice say, “Grandpa, why did you bring this back?”

As he approached, he saw several people gathered around the truck, all staring at the iron cage on top of it.

Ian was standing nearby, holding Yvonne in his arms. Noticing Kelvin’s arrival from the corner of his eye, he smirked slightly, his expression filled with schadenfreude.

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He smiled leisurely and answered Yvonne’s question, “Your grandpa thought the house wasn’t chaotic enough, so he brought this back to add to the mess.”

Richard, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard anything. Standing below the cage, his eyes glinted with excitement as he observed the Pallas’s cat and commented, “I think this Pallas’s cat is quite something.

“Look, it almost seems like it understands what we’re saying.”

This animal was known for its extreme ferocity, yet ever since it arrived, it had remained quiet in the cage without making a single sound.

Its ears twitched, and every time Yvonne spoke, it would lift its head as if listening intently

According to Richard’s belief, all living things possessed a certain spirit.

Even creatures as wild as this one were no exception.

But this one seemed a little too intelligent.

“That’s true,” Ian observed for a while before nodding in agreement.

Then, he tightened his hold on Yvonne and glanced at Kelvin, who didn’t look too pleased, his eyes full of amusement.

“Mr. Adler, take your time admiring it. Just make sure it doesn’t run into our house. I’ll take Yvonne back for her meal now,” Ian said.

Truthfully, he wanted to stay and watch the spectacle unfold, but he feared Kelvin might snatch Yvonne away, so he decided it was best to leave rather than risk losing the child.

After Ian left, the Pallas’s cat inside the cage stood up, stretched its front legs as if warming up, and seemed unusually relaxed–almost as if it knew it was about to enjoy a good life.

Kelvin averted his gaze, fixing it on Richard, who looked somewhat guilty. He frowned and asked, “Now that you’ve brought it back, where do you plan to keep it?”

Richard had initially planned to release it on Tiger Mountain. But after seeing how intelligent it seemed, he found himself reluctant to let it go.

So he replied, “I’ll set up a courtyard for it at home and raise it like a cat.”

sound so simple, but the Pallas’s cat

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here because this place

Kelvin actually nodded

Richard couldn’t believe it. To confirm, he asked again. “Do you

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his heart as he sighed. “You’ve grown up. You have compassion

had celebrated too

right after that, Kelvin brought up the topic of moving, saying, “This is my

door is yours. When are you taking it there? I’ll

seconds to fully process what he had

in frustration when he understood, and he retorted,

of the question. Living here made it much

there no room for negotiation?” Richard asked, still

firmly responded, “None.”

had no choice but to send the Pallas’s

the day it was sent away, he couldn’t stop internally grumbling about

Sunday, Richard didn’t take Yvonne to

rehabilitation center nearby—a facility far more specialized than the retirement

already identified its future clientele: wealthy retirees like

he understood exactly what elderly people needed.

age group and understood what an elderly person of this

extend

a place that could slow down their physical decline, they would be willing to pay any price to go there.

early planning stages, he did so

a strong hunch this rehabilitation center would bring in massive profits in the future!

busy with this project that he hadn’t even checked

to pick and eat

the

bite filled him

the Jasmine–infused wine sent by the Holmes family, Richard found himself

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they ripened. He didn’t care if the grape variety wasn’t suitable for winemaking–he

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tasted that delicious homemade wine, he was certain he

Yvonne’s time, Ian finally

play for a while, but he never managed to get a turn.

this Sunday was over, next Sunday had

Richard. But since he was an elder and

nine in the morning, Ian went to Tinley’s place

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