"Meow~~~"
Cecilia was held in Scarlett's hand, his four limbs dangling as he looked utterly docile, completely devoid of his usual spirit.
Scarlett was immune to that act. Even Andrew's pretense of obedience didn't work on her, let alone a mere striped cat like him.
She shot Cecilia a glare, which scared the cat so much that his head drooped, and he didn't dare look at Scarlett anymore.
"Behave! If you keep squirming, I'll chop you up."
"Meow~"
After being sternly threatened and scolded by Scarlett, Cecilia became much quieter and more subdued once he was back on the ground. He walked slowly and cautiously, afraid of provoking Scarlett again.
Watching this scene, Andrew's grandmother couldn't help but laugh and praise her.
"Little Scar has quite the skill! You actually managed to discipline this cat. I can't do anything with him."
"Hehe, I just saw him kicking around wildly and was worried he might mess up the house," Scarlett replied with a faint smile.
