Upon seeing the man by the car, the black cat's pace suddenly quickened.
It approached Len Hawthorne's feet, letting out a low, aggrieved meow.
"Meow."
Len Hawthorne seemed to ignore it, placing the cigarette in his mouth.
Then he walked toward the girl.
His broad hand suddenly lifted and pressed against the back of her head.
He gently pushed her into his embrace.
Upon contact with the man's strong steady heartbeat, Chloe Stephens hesitated for a moment.
The unfamiliar touch didn't make her feel uncomfortable.
"When big brother isn't by your side, do you always torment yourself like this?"
Len Hawthorne noticed some superficial injuries on her body.
There were also some marks on her clothes, indicating that the girl had experienced something big earlier.
"They started it."
"Who dared to lay a hand on you?" Len Hawthorne let her go, as if the embrace just now didn't contain any emotions.
"I'll handle their side of things," Chloe said calmly.
"Meow."
