Irene hurried to the dog and touched its body. It was cold to the touch. It reminded her of her grandmother as she lay dead in her bed. Irene broke down in tears.

Her crying woke Lucas up, and he opened the door in shock. He had a thin jacket slung across his shoulder. When he saw the scene in the yard, his expression darkened.

His dog had been with him since he was six, and Lucas had not expected that someone would poison his dog on the first day at the mansion.

Mr. Woods sat slumped in his chair while Mrs. Woods stared at the boy in front of her with contempt.

"I was the one who told them to poison it! It's worth nothing. What does it matter if it is dead? What are you trying to do, presenting yourself before us? Mrs. Woods looked at Lucas mockingly. "Besides, I've discussed the matter with your father before I had the dog put down. No mutts are allowed here!"

"It's my dog, not a mutt!" Lucas clenched his fists and glared at her resentfully.

"Lucas, your dog didn't stop bark