The armored SUV had lots of room, but Lucky—huge, like a lion—shoved Jacob into a corner, almost squashing him. Jacob was already hurt, and the push reopened his wound. He had no choice but to scream and yell, "Natalie! Don't let this dog touch me!" Lucky didn't care. She turned around and stuck her butt right in his face. From the driver's seat, Cassian looked back, saw what was happening, and shouted, "Hey! This is a closed space—no farting!" Lucky let out a guilty grunt and held back her fart. The space was still tight, but at least the big, scary head finally moved away from Jacob. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He took a few slow breaths, then tried to push Lucky's big, squishy butt to the side. Lucky growled impatiently. Jacob froze, scared she might bite him. He had just enough room to move his legs. One leg hurt from an old injury, the other from a fresh one. The pain was so sharp that it made him feel like he might pass out. Right then, Natalie got in the car and sat across from him in the back row. Jacob shouted, "Where are we even going? I really need to rest!" Before the apocalypse, he'd heard Villa 1 was extremely fancy. Since Lisa said last night she would take him to see his daughter, he had been looking forward to a nice, comfortable rest in Villa 1. But now, he still hadn't even entered the villa door! Natalie ignored him and asked Lucky, "Grayhound Sect. Can you find it?" Lucky proudly nodded. This was nothing for her.She didn't even have to get out of the car. Unlike ordinary dogs sniffing around the streets, she could sense direction from inside the car. Natalie praised her, "Good girl." Then she handed Cassian a small bottle of magic spring water so he could link with Lucky and follow her directions. Cassian gulped down the spring water, started the engine, and drove down the mountain. Jacob began whining angrily, "Why are we going to the Grayhound Sect again? I'm not going! I need to rest!" Natalie's voice turned sharp. "Do you want to keep your arm, or not?" Jacob's nose flared with anger. "You!" Natalie snorted. "Lucky." Lucky immediately spun around, growling and ready to bite. "Wait, wait! Okay, fine! I'll go!" Jacob shouted, quickly folding. "Just make this dog turn back! Turn! Turn!" Natalie stared at him for a moment, then wondered how she had ever seen him as a great, towering hero when she was little. She lowered her eyes and told Lucky, "Enough." Lucky huffed, but still split her focus—guiding Cassian with the direction while occasionally showing her teeth at Jacob to keep him scared. With the driving and navigation handled, Natalie turned her focus to Jacob. "What really happened to my mom?" The mention of this made Jacob uneasy. He avoided her gaze and looked down at his injured leg. "Ouch! This really hurts!"Natalie watched him for a moment, then pulled out a triangular bayonet and stabbed it hard into his shoulder. "Ahhh!" Jacob screamed, cursing. "Natalie, you're crazy!" Natalie didn't show any emotion. She pulled the bayonet out and aimed it at his face. "Next time, it'll be your throat." Blood poured from Jacob's shoulder as soon as she removed the bayonet. Luckily, Natalie had put some old sheets on the back seat, so the car stayed clean. Jacob gritted his teeth and looked at Cassian. "Hey! Cassian! Say something! Make her stop!" Cassian just kept driving, calm as ever. "Sorry. My wife has a bad temper. You'll have to deal with it." Seeing that Cassian wouldn't help, Jacob got angrier. He turned back to Natalie. "I know you two are close now, so you act wild without thinking. But I'm still your dad. Treating me like this could make your husband think badly of you. It could ruin your marriage ... " He kept talking, but Natalie stopped him with one sentence. "You really take a beating well." Jacob blinked, surprised. "Huh?" Natalie laughed cruelly. "You're all hurt and still giving a speech." "I warned you—next one goes in your throat." She lifted the bayonet and pushed it forward. Jacob's eyes went wide with terror. He yelled, "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you!" The tip stopped just an inch from his throat. "Speak," Natalie said. Jacob dropped the pretense and spoke quickly, "Your mom's death—it was all Lillian's doing."Lillian? Natalie frowned. "Go on." Jacob continued, "Back then, your mom was stressed from work and her heart was acting up. You already knew that ... "