Chapter 42

Bernard replied, "Okay." The elevator reached the top floor. There was only one unit on the top floor. Bernard used his fingerprint to open the door, and a pink little creature rushed out from the house, rubbing against his leg and grunting. It was a pink pot-bellied pig! A distinguished man like Bernard was actually raising a pig! Just how much did he love pigs? Hera would never forget the day of her fifth birthday when she received a small pot-bellied pig he had given her. It looked very similar to this one. She named it after her favorite dessert, Tiramisu. "Pig, look who's here." Bernard bent down and reached out to turn the pig's head, which was rubbing against his pants, toward Hera. Hera was speechless. She suddenly had a premonition… The little pot-bellied pig seemed dissatisfied with Bernard calling it that and grunted before opening its mouth as if to bite him. But its pink little pig nose suddenly caught a familiar scent. The pig's nose twitched, and it gradual