Chapter 44. Three Words, Eight Letters

I went to visit the Porter estate to show my concern about the beaten Walter on that day. I ensured I showed my sincerity in visiting him, who was in a coma state.

"When is he going to wake up, Lady Porter?" I asked in my melancholy tone after I bestowed them a bouquet.

I wanted to show my sincerity and concern for this jerk even though I was already smiling inside.

"Our pack doctor said that it is uncertain when he is going to wake up," she said as she gently combed Walter's hair.

"I see... It is my fault that my pet has acted on his own accord... I should have been a better master."

A better killer, rather.

Walter should have died from that fatal blow.

But, of course, it would have been better if he remained in that present state. If Valerian killed Walter, I might not be able to see my honeydew forever. It would be a courtship of death for him, so no.

It was the best decision that we stopped them