“Clean this mess up! Fast!” the steward barked. “You can’t ruin your good-boy image in front of her! If the old man’s unhappy, your whole dream of marrying into the Wilson Family goes up in smoke.”
Tommy’s face changed instantly. He dropped the fork like it was on fire and nodded furiously.
“Right, right! Gotta get the old man’s approval. We can deal with him later.”
The steward pointed toward the back garden.
“There’s a dog cage in the shed. Toss him in there.”
I was dragged across the courtyard like a corpse. My body screamed with every movement, but no one cared. The others rushed to clean up the blood, hide the mess. Even Oliver’s body was unceremoniously dumped in a trash bin.
A few minutes later, Sandra walked into the house with a bag of cat treats in her hand. Her eyes lit up in surprise the moment she saw Tommy.
“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming until later.”
Tommy gave her a soft, affectionate smile, voice dripping with fake tenderness. “I missed you too much. I couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to see you... and meet Great-Grandfather, of course.”
Sandra blushed, clearly eating it up. She playfully flicked his nose. “You’re still so sweet and thoughtful.”