“Huh?” Irina looked at Curtis, her expression a little silly.

Curtis rubbed Irina on the head, bent over to grab onto Damien’s two front legs with one hand and two hind legs with the other, then lifted him and headed toward the bedroom.

Irina didn’t have the time to bicker with them. She quickly used her hands to support Damien’s back, sending him back to his pile of grass.

“Damien won’t die, right?” Irina spoke in a sobbing tone.

Winston followed them but stopped at the door, saying, “When I saved him, he was still awake.”

“Let’s go and look for a doctor.” Irina grabbed onto Curtis’s hand, then looked...