Chapter 372
Patriarch Sullivan entered the hospital room leaning on his cane.
His gaze was heavy as he looked at Albert Sullivan lying in bed.
Without a word, he raised his cane and struck Albert.
"You useless thing! Raising two mad dogs that threw the whole family into chaos!"
Albert's arms and hands were wrapped in bandages.
He couldn't block the old man's cane.
He jumped off the bed abruptly.
His face darkened with fury.
"My dogs never caused any trouble in six or seven years! Someone must have tampered with them this time!"
The Patriarch's eyes sharpened instantly.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Albert winced in pain.
His voice turned icy cold.
"I swear on my life! When I find out who did this, I'll make them pay with their life!"
Thinking of his two beloved dogs dying so tragically.
His eyes reddened instantly.
Seeing him like this, the Patriarch felt both angry and helpless.
"Stay in the hospital quietly! If you cause more trouble, don't bother coming back to the Sullivan family!"
He left trembling, leaning on his cane.
Sylvia Sullivan spoke softly from the couch.
"I also think the dogs' deaths were suspicious. But who in the Sullivan family would do such a thing?"
Albert's expression suddenly turned sinister.
After a moment of silence, he stood up abruptly.
"Honey, we're checking out right now!"
Sylvia quickly grabbed his arm.
"Are you crazy? How can you leave the hospital when you're still injured?"
Albert felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
His beloved dogs of many years had died under mysterious circumstances.
How could he lie quietly in the hospital?
In the end, Sylvia couldn't persuade him otherwise.
She accompanied Albert back to the Sullivan Family Estate.
As soon as they entered, they saw Animal Control workers preparing to remove the dogs' bodies.
Albert rushed over frantically.
"Who gave you permission to touch my dogs!"
The workers were startled by his outburst.
They quickly explained, "We're under orders to take them back for autopsy."
Albert stood frozen for a moment.
Then he blocked their path.
He absolutely refused to let them take the dogs away.
Hearing the commotion, the Patriarch walked out from the main hall.
He watched Albert's outburst with a deep frown.
"Haven't you embarrassed us enough? Do you need to make this known to everyone?"
He gave Sylvia a meaningful glance.
Sylvia understood and went to hold her husband's arm.
"Albert, don't you want to know how the dogs really died?"
She watched her husband's expression carefully.
She persuaded gently, "Only an autopsy can clear their names. Do you want them to be remembered as mad dogs for nothing?"
Albert's eyes showed struggle.
His gaze swept over the Animal Control workers.
One of them quickly assured him.
"Mr. Sullivan, don't worry. We'll return them after the examination."