Chapter 127 The Person Wolf Dislikes

The fish were too fragile. What did he have to do with their deaths? Margaret was confused too. "Why is it that all the animals go to heaven when you go to the market?" Wolf took a bite from the toast he had bought and raised his head to look at her. Margaret was helping him change after he and Wynter returned. "Never mind," she said. "It's just a few barrels of fish." Quirking an eyebrow, Wynter glanced at the crabs in the bucket which had froth spilling from their mouths. "Grandma, the fish aren't the only ones who suffered," she said. Margaret felt an impending headache. She pinched Wolf's arm and said, "You'd better hide them all. Don't let Ruth see them!" But it was too late as Ruth had already rushed over to their place after just a couple of minutes. "Where's Wolf?" she shouted. Ruth was plump, so she looked even more foreboding with her arms on her hips. Wolf wanted to surrender, but Wynter pressed on his head so that he couldn't get up from where he was hiding.