His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 143: Clutching Her Ears in Agony

Kiana Sutton didn’t know at first that they were going to the Cat & Dog Rescue Shelter.

When she arrived at the destination and saw the big sign "Cat & Dog Rescue Shelter," along with the pictures of cats and dogs, her face immediately turned a little pale.

Rosalind Joyce noticed her expression and feigned concern, rushing over, "Kiana, why do you look so pale? Are you alright?"

Hearing this, Old Mrs. Sinclair also walked over to Kiana Sutton and took her hand with concern, "Kiana, what’s wrong?"

Kiana Sutton smiled and shook her head, indicating to Old Mrs. Sinclair that she was fine.

A sinister glint flashed in Rosalind Joyce’s eyes before she smiled and said, "Mom, everyone’s waiting. Since Kiana is fine, let’s go inside."

"Alright, Kiana, let’s go."

Kiana Sutton nodded and went inside with Old Mrs. Sinclair.

The cats and dogs in the shelter were all unwanted strays; maybe scared by the crowd or just too excited, every one of them was barking and meowing like crazy.

Those noises, to Kiana Sutton, felt like demonic sounds piercing through her ears.

Her mind was flooded by the image of those long, elegant hands, gripping a cat by the neck. No matter how pitifully the cat screamed, no matter how desperately she cried and begged, he was merciless.

A living creature ended in his hands, and he didn’t even spare the corpse, slicing it open with a knife.

"Ugh..."

A wave of nausea crashed over her, and her stomach reacted instantly.

Kiana Sutton clamped a hand over her mouth and rushed directly to the restroom.

Rosalind Joyce watched Kiana run out, the corner of her mouth curling into a triumphant smile.

Inside the restroom.

Kiana Sutton braced herself against the sink, retching painfully for quite a while, until tears streamed down her face.

Looking in the mirror, her complexion was as white as a ghost—her spirit in absolute disarray.

So much time had passed, yet she still couldn’t bear to see or get close to a cat.

That person had made sure she’d never forget him—in such a cruel, horrifying way.

She splashed ice-cold water on her face, rinsed her mouth, and only then did she feel marginally better.

The restroom was outside; when Kiana came out, everyone was still inside. She didn’t want to see any more cats and dogs, so she planned to wait outside for them to finish.

There was a bench for people to rest on outside. As she headed over to sit and relax for a moment, she suddenly heard a cat’s meow.

"Meow~ meow meow~~"

Her body instantly tensed, Kiana froze in place.

That agonized cry was all too familiar to her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Kiana clasped her hands over her ears in pain.

Hallucination. It had to be a hallucination!

But even with her ears covered, that plea-like, pained meowing kept forcing its way in relentlessly.

Kiana bit down hard, on the verge of falling apart.

Why?

Why did she have to hear this sound again!

The kitten’s cries grew ever more desperate, until Kiana couldn’t bear it—she headed toward the source of the sound.

The nightmare she dreaded didn’t appear; the cat hadn’t been killed or dissected, but was trapped beneath a stone slab.

Perhaps the kitten had snuck out and gotten accidentally pinned by the fallen slab.

Kiana Sutton’s first instinct was to rescue it, but she was so terribly afraid of cats.

The cats had never hurt her, but they were so vulnerable—she simply didn’t dare touch them.

"Meow~~~"

Seeing Kiana, the kitten began meowing even louder.

Kiana’s heart pounded wildly; she was tense and scared.

She looked around and finally found a fairly sturdy wooden stick.

She picked up the stick, cautiously approached, and used it to try to push the slab away, hoping to free the kitten.

But the stone slab was heavy. Kiana pushed several times but couldn’t move it; sweat broke out on her forehead.

Just then, a staff member rushed over.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Her voice was loud, instantly drawing the crowd of newly-finished interviewees at the door.

The media saw Kiana clutching a stick, the kitten yowling painfully; without knowing the full story, they began snapping photos.

At that moment, the staff member rushed over to rescue the kitten from under the slab. She checked for injuries, then turned furiously to Kiana, "What kind of person are you? Abusing a kitten here!"

Her words set off a tidal wave; suddenly, cameras and mics converged on Kiana.

Kiana, terrified, dropped the stick from her hands.

No, that’s not it!

She gestured frantically, trying to explain herself—that she wasn’t abusing the kitten, she was trying to save it.

But no one wanted to watch her gestures, nor did they understand.

"So she’s a mute, huh? I heard people with physical defects can easily turn psychotic. No wonder she abuses small animals."

"How does someone so vicious get into the Albatross Foundation?"

"Old Mrs. Sinclair has devoted her life to charity, and now she runs into something like this? Beyond words."

Sentence after sentence of cruel judgment struck home—Kiana was wounded and lost.

Seeing those accusatory, contempt-filled eyes, her despair reached a breaking point.

Who will save her?

Rosalind Joyce and Neva Sheffield were supporting Old Mrs. Sinclair when they came out and heard about the incident.

Old Mrs. Sinclair shot Rosalind a meaningful look; Rosalind immediately understood and turned to the reporters, "Everyone, we promise to investigate today’s events thoroughly and give you all an explanation."

Meanwhile, Neva Sheffield quickly made her way to Kiana, pulling her—shaking all over—from the crowd.

Good news never travels, but bad news spreads like wildfire.

With the help of those with ill intentions, video of Kiana abusing the kitten rapidly made its way online.

She instantly became the target of public denouncement from "netizens."

Meanwhile, at the same moment, in a high-end, luxurious Western restaurant—

A gentle, soothing piano piece, "Secret Garden," softly played in the background, filling the restaurant with a warm, romantic ambience.

Rarely did the two dine alone together, so Kate Lynch wore a pink dress and had done her makeup with particular care.

Compared to her elaborate look, Ethan Sinclair was still in his trademark black, white, and gray suit with shirt and tie.

But just looking at him, Kate’s heart was all abuzz; she couldn’t help but swoon.

She even wanted to hug him, kiss him, and do all sorts of intimate things.

Ethan Sinclair was born with an air of dignity, and every gesture was elegant and alluring.

Just to spend more time with Ethan Sinclair, Kate Lynch had specially ordered a bottle of wine.

"Ian, sharing a meal and wine like this—it must be fate smiling on us. For now and for the future, let’s have a toast."

Ethan Sinclair raised his glass to clink with Kate’s, reminding her, "I remember your tolerance for alcohol isn’t great. Drink less."

Kate Lynch giggled playfully, "With you here, what’s there to worry about?"

After a few sips, Kate Lynch took out an exquisite box from her bag, smiling as she handed it to Ethan Sinclair, "This is for you."