Who Let the Dog Out?

When the rabid dog lunged at me, its teeth tore through my shoulder. The pain was excruciating, draining all color from my face as I jolted awake.

I abandoned the thought of calling Hunter Nabb for help. I simply grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and swung it wildly at the dog.

Seizing the moment when it recoiled, I quickly scanned my surroundings. I clutched my stomach and ran for my life. I just followed the path I had taken earlier.

"Help!"

The rabid dog chased relentlessly behind me.

I pushed myself to the limit, sprinting toward the property management office—only to witness something that made my blood run cold.

Hunter, who was supposed to be working late, was driving his luxury car instead, taking his young junior to a prenatal checkup.

"Good morning, Mr. Nabb! Taking your wife for another checkup, huh? You two have such a loving relationship," the security guard, Peter Moore, greeted him with a cheerful smile.

Willow White blushed while playfully pushing Hunter.

Hunter only laughed indulgently, making no effort to explain. Just then, they heard my desperate cries for help and instinctively turned around.

Seeing the rabid dog chasing me, Peter immediately grabbed a baton, ready to assist. But Hunter furrowed his brows and stopped him.

Disgust was evident in his gaze as he yelled coldly, "Don't interfere!"

"Renee Meyer, you're pulling the same tricks again just like in our past life! This time, I won't fall for it." With that, he pulled Willow into the car, not sparing me a single glance.

I came to an abrupt stop, my mind reeling as if struck by lightning. Hunter had been reborn too?

Oddly, the rabid dog also stopped and slowly backed away. I thought it was frightened by the number of people present.

Before I could catch my breath, Willow suddenly turned around, flashing me a strange smile. Then, she made a subtle gesture toward the dog.

Immediately, the dog bared its teeth and let out a deep, menacing growl before launching another attack.

"Help me!" Panic surged through me as I desperately called out to them.

Nonetheless, Hunter's car was already gone.

The rabid dog pounced, knocking me to the ground as its teeth sank into my pregnant belly.

"Ack! Help me!" I screamed, my voice raw with agony. I was struggling to breathe through the pain.

One of the security guards hesitated, clearly wanting to step in. But Peter stopped him.

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them.

"Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine."

"But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy.

His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed.

"She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here."

His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

He had told me it was quiet—perfect for someone in the late stages of pregnancy to take walks.