Cookie obviously couldn't answer her question.
It lay on the ground like a piece of cotton soaked through with rainwater, heavy and pitiful.
Serena immediately called Rachel Sinclair while hurrying into the bedroom to change clothes.
The call didn't go through; Rachel was probably busy.
Serena typed a text to let her know Cookie was vomiting and that she was taking him to the animal hospital now, telling Rachel to call if there were any other important things to note.
Gently settling Cookie into the cat carrier, Serena also stuffed in its favorite toys.
Maybe it could distract Cookie and lessen its discomfort.
Three months ago, Serena had brought Cookie to this animal hospital, so she was already familiar with the route, heading straight to the underground parking in the elevator, then speeding off toward the hospital.
This time, too, she hadn't expected to bump into Adrian.
Inside the consultation room.
