157 Gather at the old house, a dog came in.

Zoe Bell quickly took a shower, her left leg throbbing with a sour ache. She cursed under her breath, blaming William Hale for his torturous methods.

And yet, while that person brimmed with energy, she felt as if her vitality had been drained.

Supporting her waist, she managed to wash her hair.

She put on some makeup to look better, having felt a bit of a headache from drinking last night.

She had no idea how much her cousin had drunk.

At that moment, Hannah Johnson was still curled up in her cat's nest, sunlight spilling into the room. Fanta, well-fed and watered, had lounged in the sun for a while and meowed a few times beside her owner's ear.

As a result—

Hannah scooped up her chubby cat into her arms.

Fanta, frightened, scrambled everywhere, finally waking her up.