Chapter 815: Family Trial, Living Off a Woman?

Heyday.

Joan Edwin, backpack slung over her shoulder and suitcase in tow, steps through the gates with a foul expression, uncheered even by the gifts she'd received.

"Woof woof woof—woof woof—"

The house's Golden Retriever bursts out, bypassing Joan to pounce on Caroline, circling around her excitedly while wagging its tail.

As the weather turns colder, it sports a black cartoon outfit that does nothing to diminish its imposing aura, exuding an air of unintended dominance.

Caroline glances at its figure and the beautiful golden fur, teasing, "Doggy, you've lost weight."

"Woof~"

At her words, the once ecstatic Doggy suddenly slumps to the ground, its mournful eyes resembling those of a palace concubine.

In recent times, the mistress has been supervising its physical training, leading morning runs daily, reducing its once majestic and muscular frame.

"Heh."

Seeing this, Caroline chuckles softly, turning her attention away to walk side by side with Joan toward the entrance.