Kevan's voice was so much more chilling than the piercing cold wind outside.

Larissa's heart became colder, her expression smoothing out into calm.

"I went out with Mom today and only came back around 6 pm or so. When I did, I showered and went straight to bed. Then, you woke me up," she said. "I admit that I don't like this kitten and that I've never cared about it. But I swear that I have never thought of wishing that it would get ill or die."

Kevan stared fixedly at her, trying to catch any hints of lies from her face, but there were none. He knew all too well that if she wanted to find an excuse to escape accountability, she did not need to drag his mother into it. Knowing that he had misunderstood her, Kevan felt a little guilty. But when he heard her admit that she did not like this kitten, he was still rather displeased with her.

"Is it because once you've decided on that cat, all other cats cannot hold a candle to it?" His eyes darkened, containing a kind of complicated emo