"What did you say? Muffin is ill? Which Muffin?" she asked anxiously.

The kitten in the cage had been brought out by Kevan, and it was currently lying on the sofa motionlessly, just as dead as Larissa when she was asleep. Even if her brain was muddled right now, Larissa could sense that something was wrong.

"When did it get sick?" she asked Kevan. She only got another sneer from Kevan.

"You don't even know having been at home for the whole day, how would I know?"

With that, he brought the k