Chapter 702: Another Funeral

Tang Xiao’nan went into the room to check on Dollar. He was still listless and sick. Adrian Hawthorne went home and made another bowl of bone broth, feeding it to Dollar. At least it would keep him alive, tiding him over until they could take him to a doctor in the city tomorrow.

After drinking a bowl of bone broth, Dollar seemed to have a bit more energy. Tang Xiao’nan felt relieved. It looked like he would be fine for the night.

"Go to sleep. You’ll be better tomorrow."

Tang Xiao’nan gently stroked Dollar’s head. His once glossy and shiny coat had become dry and coarse, not at all smooth to the touch. His bright black eyes had also lost their luster. She hoped the hospital in the county seat could figure out what was wrong tomorrow.

Dollar was indeed exhausted. Under Tang Xiao’nan’s gentle caresses, he gradually fell asleep. Tang Xiao’nan even covered him with a piece of old clothing. Phoebe Huxley came in and saw this, unable to resist saying, "When I’m old, it’ll be enough if you show me even half this much devotion."

"Mom, Dollar saved our whole family!" Tang Xiao’nan mumbled.

Phoebe Huxley felt ashamed again. She felt it was wrong of her to be jealous and laughed awkwardly a few times. "I get it. I won’t scold him anymore."

Seeing the usually mischievous Dollar looking so sickly now, Phoebe Huxley felt upset too. She started cursing Jacqueline Spann again, muttering as she killed a chicken. She treated the chicken as if it were Jacqueline Spann—slitting its throat, letting the blood drain, gutting it, and plucking its feathers...

"I’m going to get revenge for Dollar!"

Tang Xiao’nan gritted her teeth. ’Jacqueline Spann is even more vicious than I thought. She caused so much trouble even after she left. If it weren’t for Dollar, I would have had to transmigrate all over again.’

"Don’t worry, I won’t let Jacqueline Spann get away with this. She’s definitely in Tristone with her aunt. I’ll go look for her after the New Year," Adrian Hawthorne said comfortingly.

Tang Xiao’nan relaxed. ’The future big shot is incredibly capable. As long as he doesn’t have a brain fart and go get himself killed in Umbara, he can definitely handle that little bitch Jacqueline Spann!’

Seeing that Dollar was sleeping relatively peacefully, a sleepy Tang Xiao’nan also went back to her room to sleep. They had to go into the city early tomorrow to take Dollar to the vet.

Felix Thorne and the others didn’t return until very late. Phoebe Huxley had been waiting up for him, and the moment she saw him, she asked, "How did it go?"

"Linden’s mother passed away. Linden Golding and his family are okay."

Felix Thorne’s expression was grim. Linden’s mother had been alive and kicking during the day, and by night, she was gone. And right before the New Year, too. Even though he had disliked the old woman, he couldn’t help but feel bad now.

The color drained from Phoebe Huxley’s face. She cursed, "That little bastard deserves a terrible death!"

Still, the fact that the three children were alright was a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune. Phoebe Huxley sighed with emotion for a moment, then went to bed as usual.

The next day, the Golding household was once again busy with funeral arrangements. Silas Golding, his hair now completely white, and Linden Golding, his face sallow, worked with wooden expressions. The three children and Linden’s wife were still laid up in the local clinic. Linden Golding had eaten less of the meat, so his poisoning was the mildest, and he could barely move around.

Members of the Golding Clan also came to help of their own accord. This was the benefit of having a clan in a rural village. Even if there were conflicts on normal days, clan members would definitely show up at critical moments. In the countryside, a family without a clan would find it incredibly difficult to get by.

Tang Xiao’nan and the others went into the city again. Jim Thorne rode the bicycle while Adrian Hawthorne held Dollar. It was not yet ten o’clock when they arrived in the city. They went directly to the imaging department of the People’s Hospital. In the outer office sat a female doctor in her thirties, and a girl of about ten was doing her homework. The girl was wearing a pink down jacket and had her hair in two pigtails. They could only see her back, which wasn’t slender, but rather a bit chubby.