Chapter 3 3

Chapter 3

Her words reminded him how his son had tragically died young, so he flew into a rage and kicked her hard.

After Little Moony flew forward for nearly one meter, her head hit the wall heavily, and blood instantly gushed out.

She groaned in pain, tilted her head, and passed out.

Omar's face became serious. The chief had specially made a call to warn him not to cause any trouble today.

If Little Moony died...

He swallowed hard and walked over to check her breath.

Confirming she was still breathing weakly, he couldn't help snorting, thinking she was indeed hardy.

He grabbed her by her clothes and dragged her back home.

The officer had told him not to make trouble outside but could not blame him for punishing his daughter at home.

Omar dragged the fainted girl to the kennel in the corner where a lazy dog was sleeping.

Standing in front of the kennel, he commanded with a serious face, "Milk, come out."

Milk lazily raised its eyes to glance at him and slowly walked out.

Omar stepped forward, threw Little Moony into the kennel, kicked the door shut, and locked it, saying, "Little beast, wait for death in the kennel alone!"

Then, he entered the house with the dog.

The kennel was pitch-black, and the stench constantly irritated Little Moony's nose.

She moved her fingers and opened her eyes with difficulty, realizing this was Milk's room.

She covered her small nose with her hand, but the stench kept getting into her nose. She was wet all over, and her nose was full of the unpleasant smell of the dog. And she had a severe headache and felt extremely uncomfortable, yearning for fresh air.

So, she crawled to the door and pushed it hard. But she failed to open it, suffered severe abrasions to her fingers, and even bled.

She tightly pursed her lips and pushed the door with all her strength. But the door remained motionless until she was exhausted.

She then lay in the kennel in pain and yelled in despair.

Suddenly, that strange voice said again, "Little Moony, ask your grandpa for help!"

Little Moony blinked, wiped the blood off her face with her fingers, gathered her consciousness, and used the mind link to call her grandpa for help.

"Grandpa, hurry up to save me. He locked me in the kennel at the door. It stinks. I can't breathe..."

Old Alpha Craig was rushing to Bradford when hearing her call for help again.

Hearing her weak voice, he showed a gloomy face and urged the driver, saying, "Hurry up! Drive faster!"

The snow in front of Omar's house was thick. But as soon as the car stopped, Craig smelt blood under the snow. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the blood on the wall, knowing it was Little Moony's.

Craig pursed his lips and kicked open the door.

Seeing him angrily striding in, the quintuplets sensed something wrong, so they all followed in with sullen faces.

After entering the yard, Craig immediately walked to the kennel in the corner, picked up the iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, and put forth to sever it.

The quintuplets were confused until they saw the little girl lying in the kennel at her last gasp.

Her white dress was covered with blood and mud, and she was lying prone at the entrance with blood on both hands.

Her face was pale. If her eyelashes had not occasionally trembled, they would have thought she had...

Craig was shocked to see this. He rushed over and carefully carried the bruised girl out of the kennel.

Little Moony weakly opened her eyes and quietly looked at Craig with her blue eyes. Two seconds later, she pouted her lips, affectionately rubbed her nose against his chest, and asked, "Are you my grandpa?"

Her soft and cute voice made Craig's heart soften, so he showed a rare loving smile on his serious face.

Now, he was sure Little Moony was his granddaughter because she had the smell of her parents.

Moreover, Little Moony resembled her mother very much. And her blue eyes looked the same as those of her father's.

Little Moony had perfectly inherited the advantages of her parents in appearance, but the wound on her forehead was unpleasant to look at!

Craig suppressed his anger and lightly patted her. He was afraid of scaring her, so he softly said, "Little Moony, may I ask your Uncle Glenn to check your injuries?"

Glenn was a talented doctor well-known in the werewolf world, and Craig did not trust other doctors but him.

Little Moony felt pain all over. She widened her eyes and looked at Craig in a daze. After all, no one had talked to her so gently since her mother had passed away.

Was this person with a gentle smile her grandfather?

It was great! Her grandfather would treat her well in the future.

She lightly nodded, "Okay."

Seeing her nodding, Craig gently handed her into Glenn's hands.

The quintuplets had not understood Craig's intentions until seeing Little Moony. No wonder he had eagerly hurried to this town.

At one glance, they had recognized the bruised little girl as the child of their eldest brother and long-missing sister-in-law!

After all, she smelt very familiar! Their sister-in-law had gone missing for several years but had given birth to this girl!

Glenn took over Little Moony who was covered in blood with trembling hands. Craig frowned at her injuries, hurriedly took off his coat, and spread it on the snow so that Glenn could check her injuries more conveniently.

Glenn carefully placed her on the coat and began to examine her.

Little Moony weakly looked at the worried faces around her, feeling as if dreaming.

Seeing her look at them in disbelief, the men all felt distressed and almost shed tears, wondering what torture she had suffered.

While checking Little Moony's injuries, Glenn became more and more serious.

Seeing his stern expression, the others all felt a sting in their heart.

Beau eagerly asked, "What's wrong? Tell us!"

Craig glared at him and scolded in a deep voice, "Shut up! Don't disturb Glenn."

Then, he squatted down to seriously look at Glenn.

After a rough medical check, Glenn frowned, "Little Moony's injuries are serious. What's more, her health has been seriously harmed by long-term starvation and abuse. She must undergo surgery right away!"

Hearing about long-term starvation and abuse, all the other people were shocked.

It turned out Omar and his beast-like family had been abusing their little princess for a long time!

Craig clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "Bastard!"

But it was not time to teach Omar a lesson now because they must send Little Moony to the hospital.

Glenn lightly wrapped Craig's coat around Little Moony's body. Meeting her confused eyes, he softly said, "Little Moony, let's go to the hospital now, OK?"

Little Moony was dizzy. When she slowly nodded, she looked very weak.

Glenn picked her up from the snow without hesitation. When he turned around to go out, a man suddenly said, "Are you courting death? How dare you break into my house?"