Chapter 440 If I Can't Chop You, Can't I Chop the Cat?
"Dream on! I'd rather die here than bow down to a jerk like you."
As Thalia spoke, she mustered up her courage and walked toward the Border Collie, pointing at her forehead. "Come on, bite me, right here. Bite me to death and make that man lose his wife."
The Border Collie seemed to understand and stopped in its tracks, barking a few times at Thalia.
Thalia was scared out of her wits.
"Ah! Please save me!"
William couldn't help laughing. He flicked away his cigarette and walked over to Thalia. When she saw him coming, she jumped into his arms and clung to his neck, wailing.
The man looked down at the Border Collie trying to rush forward and snapped, "Get lost!"
The dog instantly backed down at William's scolding, looking utterly wronged. It whimpered and wagged its tail as it watched them leave.
Finn and the security guard stood there, amused by Thalia's display of being both fierce and cowardly. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare, holding back with trembling shoulders until William carried her into the living room before they let themselves laugh.
Finn sat on the lawn and waved his hand, gesturing for the dog to come over.
He patted its head and advised earnestly, "You'd better stay away from her from now on, or you'll die young."
As soon as they entered the house, Thalia jumped down from William.
Without even taking off her shoes, she rushed straight into the kitchen.
Fallon was so frightened by this scene that she stuttered, "Mrs. Brown..."
Following Thalia into the kitchen, she was completely shocked when she saw her snatch a cleaver from the chef's hands.
Her voice suddenly shot up, "Mrs. Brown, the cleaver is dangerous!"
"Don't stop me, I'm going to chop William up."
"I'm going to cut him into pieces and feed him to the dogs. He laughed at me! Are you even a man? I'm your wife! You say you love me in bed every damn day, but the moment you get out of bed, it means nothing, right? You bastard!"
"Mrs. Brown..."
"Don't stop me." Fallon desperately held Thalia back, not letting her rush toward William.
The servants in the house were either restraining her or trying to grab the knife.
Only William remained unmoved.
When Fallon saw she couldn't hold Thalia back anymore, she looked at William with pleading eyes.
He raised an eyebrow and simply left.
"Don't you dare leave! Just wait till I chop you up!"
He had to leave quickly—smart people don't stick around to get hurt.
The door closed, and William's figure disappeared from the house.
Thalia was furious. As she was unable to catch William, she pushed Fallon and the others aside. Just as she was about to chase after him, she saw the Ragdoll cat just waking up, stretching on the cabinet.
Seeing this, Thalia didn't think twice. She grabbed the cat by the scruff with one hand, held the cleaver in the other, and rushed out of the yard. Standing at the main house entrance, she saw William, who had just descended the steps and was about to get in the car.
"Mr. Brown..." Finn had just opened the car door and was about to get in when he saw Thalia come out with the cat.
William turned around and saw Thalia holding the cat in one hand and the knife in the other, looking like she was about to slaughter a chicken.
Thalia snapped, "Go ahead! Keep walking!"
"If I can't chop you, can't I chop the cat?"
William was speechless.
Finn felt conflicted but decided to speak up anyway, "Mr. Brown, if Mrs. Brown chops the cat to death, Ms. Anderson will probably come chop you to death tomorrow."
"Shut up," William snapped.
Finn shrank back. Wasn't he just thinking of William's safety?
The Ragdoll cat, being held by Thalia at the entrance, screamed in terror.
William's escape plan failed. He reluctantly walked over, took the cat, and rubbed its neck to relieve the pressure on the little guy's scruff.
Thalia was full of anger. Seeing William being so gentle with the cat made her even angrier.
So she wasn't even as good as a cat?
"The cat's barely been touched, and you already feel sorry for it. When have I ever seen you feel sorry for me?"
"You want to set me up with someone, and you still need people to feel sorry for you?"
Thalia said, "Now you're playing the victim."
"I am the victim!"
"Do you deserve to be?"
Just as she was about to say something, the knife in her hand was snatched away. She glanced sideways and saw Fallon disappearing like the wind with the knife.
"Quick, lock up the kitchen."
William looked at Thalia, his gaze filled with displeasure and grievance. "Come on, first tell me how you're planning to explain my situation to Selene."
"What size clothes I wear, what I like to eat, what color underwear I prefer, what brand of condoms I use when we make love—are you going to make a document of all this and hand it over to Selene?"
"Stop assuming the worst about people." Thalia's face turned red, stung by that last comment.
"I'm assuming the worst? Thalia, if we switched places today, think about how you'd feel."
"Stop pressuring me with things that haven't happened. Why don't you mention that you knew Zephyr had bad intentions and was just trying to set you up with Selene, yet you still went?"
"None of you is any good."
Hearing this, William felt like all his patience and compromises were taken for granted by Thalia, like he deserved it all.
His anger flared up instantly.
He stepped closer to Thalia, his tone dark and restrained. "Thalia, you know what? When you act sweet with me, I'd give you my life. But when you argue with me like this, I want to clip your wings and pull out every bone of your pride, one by one."
Hearing this, Thalia's mind went blank. She reached out to push William away.
"Having a fight? Should I come back later?" Angelina walked in with documents, seeing the two of them at each other's throats, ready to stab each other.
As soon as Angelina arrived, the tension between them instantly dissolved.
William glanced at her. "Come in."
"Get out."
Angelina stood at the door with her documents, unable to decide whether to enter or leave.