Harold had known and understood the situation for so many years, so he had always prohibited keeping dogs. But now, how could this pet that was strictly prohibited appear in the garden out of nowhere?
Beatrice couldn’t figure it out.
But the next second, she suddenly had the answer.
Viola rushed out of the villa and hugged the wolfhound.
“Sorry, sorry, Luna is usually very well behaved, but today she lost control because she met a stranger.”
Beatrice was still in shock and remained kneeling. Just as Will was about to help her, she was pushed aside by Harold.
“You are so reckless. It doesn’t matter what the matter is, it can scare you like this.”
Hearing this, Beatrice was a little dazed.
This real fear would sometimes wake her up from her dreams, but now it had become a no-brainer in Harold’s words.
Harold grabbed Beatrice and lifted her up, completely ignoring the bloodstains on her legs.
It was a normal cringe, but both men frowned at the same time.
Will was worried, but Harold thought she was being pretentious and there was a hint of displeasure in his expression.
He felt that Beatrice was extremely abnormal tonight. He glanced at the nervous man beside her and blurted out.