Chapter 138: 0138 puppy_1 Chapter 138: 0138 puppy_1 “No need, I’ve got some things to take care of when I get back.”

Ellen smiled and said goodbye to Aunt Walker, and then patted Henry Bolt’s little head, as the small child saw her leave and actually followed her.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Walker became anxious, “Henry Bolt, you have to eat, where are you going? Ellen has to study, don’t bother her.”

“To play for a while!”

Henry Bolt tugged on Ellen’s pants, and Ellen glanced over and said, “It’s okay, let him come with me. I’ll bring him back to you later.”

Aunt Walker hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, “Okay.”

After speaking, she glared at Henry Bolt, “If you don’t eat now, I won’t heat up your food later!”

The little chubby boy giggled and left with Ellen. From a distance, Damien Frost and others in the shadows watched, their expressions inscrutable for a moment.

A teammate commented with a laugh, “It’s worth it for Miss Young to be back here.”

The people in the village had no idea who Ellen was. Although their lives were ordinary and most of them weren’t very cultured, the simple country folk were still good to Ellen.

Damien Frost merely deepened his gaze and remained silent.

Ellen returned to the courtyard with the little chubby boy, whose full name was Irvin Jones—a name his mother had chosen for him that was quite different from his nickname.

When Irvin Jones saw the flower bed, the pond, and the pavilion with a swing in Ellen’s courtyard, his eyes widened. Clapping his hands, he cheered excitedly, “Ellen, I want to sit, to sit—”

He pointed to the swing, and Ellen looked down and gently said, “No, you’re too small right now. Ellen has to be busy and can’t watch you. I’ll go find you some snacks.”

She took Irvin Jones into the room and found a box of snacks.

The snacks were canned and shaped like English alphabet letters, clearly imported.

Mainly, since she’d been back for a while, many people had been sending her things, and most of the snacks were probably sent by Clinton White.

Fearing she might have trouble eating in the countryside.

Irvin Jones, holding the can, was indeed captivated, sitting quietly by the side, while Ellen sat in the courtyard peeling a few potatoes.

After only peeling a couple, she suddenly heard a faint, weak bark from outside.

It sounded like a dog.

Irvin Jones heard it too. Holding the snack can, he pointed outside and said, “Doggy, there’s a doggy!”

Ellen looked up and indeed saw the shadow of a puppy just beyond the fence gate.

She went over to open the gate, and a black native dog wagged its tail at Ellen.

It was of average size and its coat was somewhat dirty with mud, one of its legs seemed twisted, and it looked up at Ellen with big eyes, whimpering again.

It sounded pitiful.

It didn’t seem to belong to anyone in the village because Ellen would have remembered if she had seen it before.

She hadn’t seen this dog before.

She frowned slightly as the puppy looked at her and barked a few more times.

Ellen turned and went into the kitchen, while Irvin Jones, holding the snack can, squatted at the fence gate watching the puppy curiously but not daring to touch.

Ellen cut up some small pieces of meat for the puppy and prepared a plate of it, along with water.

The puppy must have been very hungry, wagging its tail at the sight of food. When Ellen set everything down, the dog hesitated before cautiously approaching.

Ellen tapped the bowl, and after hesitating briefly, the dog slowly came over and began to eat.

However, Ellen noticed that on one side of its belly, there was a patch of hair loss, and there was a mark—like a burn from a cigarette butt.