Chapter 514

Conversely, Kevan wasn’t as optimistic as Aster, Nonetheless, he couldn’t bear to dampen Aster’s enthusiasm, so he said, “Alright, III give it a try.”

By the time they brought the things upstairs, Larissa had let the cals out.

She had them both on her lap, caressing and teasing them affectionately.

The two cats seemed to remember her. As soon as Larissa opened the cage, they eagerly rushed into her arms. meowing incessantly.

Cookie was just as clingy as before, swishing his tall left and right as he rubbed his head against Larissa.

On the other hand, Muffin wasn’t as enthusiastic as Cookie.

Stretching out a paw, Mullin rested it on Larissa’s leg and stared intently at her with her sky–blue eyes without blinking.

With a lump in her throat, Larissa almost cried as she hugged them tightly.

Aster put down the cat food and ran over to Larissa.

He squatted down beside her and watched the two cats lying comfortably in Larissa’s lap with curiosity.

“Mommy, can I touch them? he asked.

Ragdoll cats were known to be gentle, and since she had previously taken care of them for some time, Larissa knew their personalities well.

Without hesitation, she answered. “Of course you can.”

Aster stretched his hand out toward the cats eagerly. However, before he could even touch Mullin, he was scratched by her sharp claws. Three bloody scratches appeared on the back of Aster’s hand.

Mullin seemned to be startled by Aster.

She quickly jumped out of Larissa’s lap, bristling with her fur puffed up as she stared warily at Aster, who could be considered a complete stranger to Mullin.

However, Aster had no time to pay attention to Mullin.

The pain radiating from his hand made him burst into tears.

Larissa quickly put Cookie down and pulled Aster into her arms.

In a hurry, Kevan ran over. He immediately put Mullin and Cockle back into their cage.

Despite Mullir being the culprit. Cookie might also be a potential threat to Aster.

Fortunately, Mullin’s scratches weren’t deep. Alter the initial pain subsided. Aster stopped crying.

Although the cats had been given all their necessary injections, and Aster was also vaccinated against rables, Kevan brought Aster to the hospital as a precaution since the injury had broken skin and caused bleeding, Compared to daytime, there were fewer people in the en emergency department at this time, but they still had to wait in line for nearly hall an hour.

When it was lime for his rables shot Aster cried again.

After getting into the car to go home, he snuggled up in Larissa’s arms and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

Kevan glanced in the rearview mirror and asked in a low tone, “Is Aster asleep?”

Larissa replied softly. “Yes, it’s his usual bedtime.”

Wetting his chapped lips, Kevan apologized with a guilty expression on his lace, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” His sudden apology caught Larissa oll guard.

Kevan had been blaming himself for Aster’s injury the whole time.

His feelings of guilt intensified when he saw Aster crying from the pain of the injection.

He wanted to slap himself–so what if these two cats were abused by Bethany?

It was still better than his son getting scratched by them.

“I’m going to send the cats away later,” he said.

“It’s not your fault. I made the decision to keep the cats, and I’m the one who let Aster touch them. Il someone were to be blamed for this incident, it would be me.”

Sensing Kevan’s guilt and unease, Larissa couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.