After Being Bitten to Death by a Fox I Was Reborn – Chapter 3
Emily, enraged, dropped her fork, dragging the fox home.
“You dare snarl at me? Know who feeds you? Ungrateful beast!”
She seemed to vent her anger at Jack on the fox.
This punishment lasted longer than usual.
At night, as I set down my phone, a wailing howl came from outside, like the ghostly cries I heard during my insomnia a lifetime ago.
I grabbed a kitchen knife and crept to the door.
Peering through the peephole, I saw two pairs of glowing green eyes at Emily’s doorstep.
Sensing me behind the door, they turned. I flinched, the knife clattering against the door, accidentally turning on the hallway’s motion light.
The sudden brightness made me blink. When I looked again, only the fox remained, curled up in a cage, alone.
Seeing me, it struggled to its trembling legs, wagging its tail and whining eerily in the silent hall.
I stayed alert, pulling out prepared jerky and tossing it into the cage. “That’s all I have for you.”
The fox, smelling meat, spun at it excitedly.
Before I could let go, it lunged at me, nearly biting off my hand.
I dodged just in time.
Watching it gulp the jerky down, I pictured it devouring my child a lifetime ago.
Imagining his pain, I wanted to smash the cage and kill it!
I clenched my fists tight, nails digging into my palms, barely able to suppress my rage.
Days later, Jack returned with good news.
The old houses were listed for demolition, promising a hefty payout.
When Mark and I got married, my father-in-law promised the old house to whoever took care of them in old age.
With him gone now, Jack pestered Linda to transfer it to him.
Linda knew fully well how Jack and Emily treated her and her late husband.
But, worn down by Jack’s whining, she reluctantly asked me if she could give Jack the smaller house, leaving the larger one for us.
I nodded, unbothered.
Mark and I had built wealth through our business. The house’s value, though decent, we could earn in a year or two with our own efforts.
No need to stress Linda.
Jack, seeing my agreement, rushed home.
As he opened the door, the fox leaped into his arms, its eyes on his shoulder eerily human, brimming with grievance.