xymnovel Chapter 139 Another Miracle Unfolds in Paradise Valley!
Chapter 139 Another Miracle Unfolds in Paradise Valley!
Chapter 139 Another Miracle Unfolds in Paradise Valley!
What is coincidence, and what is hope?
Previously, Tom would never have believed that such a coincidence could happen in the world.
Tom had no time to care about anyone else.
He walked straight up to Leila, his gaze falling on the droopy-headed dog beside her.
"Can this dog still raise puppies?"
Tom was really unsure whether this mother dog, who had just experienced the pain of losing her pup, could still shoulder the responsibilities of a mother.
Leila stroked the dog's back nervously: "Yes, its puppies died a few days ago."
"What's the dog's temperament like? Is it docile?"
Tom asked again.
The dog in front of him was almost knee-high at the shoulder, with a robust build. Lying there silently, it exuded an invisible pressure.
"She's very gentle!" Leila quickly assured her, her hand never leaving the dog. "This is her first time being a mother." Her voice was filled with heartache.
Tom looked at the mother dog's empty eyes and felt a surge of sympathy.
He hopes that it will have the opportunity to be a mother again.
"At the ranch," Tom took a deep breath, dropping a bombshell, "there's a newborn lion cub. The mother lion is gone. Whether the little guy survives or not depends entirely on God. Do you think it could—he pointed to the mother dog—"—try feeding the cub?"
Before he finished speaking, the surrounding area erupted in chaos!
What!
Are there lion cubs in the ranch?
Who owns a legitimate ranch that raises lions?
Even more outrageous, they made the mother dog feed the lion cubs!
This is outrageous!
"Tom!" Zack was the first to jump out, his face saying, "What kind of trouble are you causing now?" "I've only been gone for a day! And there's already a lion cub on the ranch for you to adopt?"
It's no wonder Zack was suspicious; Tom's penchant for "picking up children" was evidenced by the large group of kids at the camp!
Tom glared at him fiercely, his eyes like knives.
Zach shrank back, swallowing the rest of his words, and immediately shut his mouth.
"Okay!" Leila agreed almost without hesitation.
She looked at the female dog beside her, who refused to eat, had been buried alive by the original rancher, and was only bought by her with her own money.
Her only condition for coming to the new ranch was that she bring it with her.
If—if we could save that little lion, perhaps it could come back to life.
As soon as Tom heard Lyra agree, he turned around and rushed towards the main house without saying a word!
Leila was left anxiously trying to calm the still listless mother dog.
Leila's heart pounded; she was both excited about the possibility of the mother dog being saved and apprehensive about this unprecedented attempt.
A moment later, Tom returned cautiously, his arms wrapped around something extremely tiny wrapped in a soft, thick cloth.
He knelt gently on the haystack beside the mother dog.
As the package was unwrapped layer by layer, everyone held their breath.
The little thing curled up in the middle of the thick cloth was pitifully small, only about the size of Tom's palm.
Its body was covered with a sparse layer of light brown down, its eyes were tightly closed, and it was so thin that its ribs were clearly visible. Even its faint breathing was almost imperceptible.
Leila's heart clenched.
She gently stroked the mother dog's head, guiding its gaze towards the little life.
"Look, good girl, look at this poor little thing who needs help—"
Tom took a deep breath and very slowly and carefully placed the motionless lion cub next to the mother dog's warm belly, right where her own cub had once been.
When the puppies' cold, almost nonexistent bodies touched the mother dog's soft fur, the mother dog's body visibly stiffened.
Its previously downcast and unfocused eyes seemed to gather a glimmer of light, and it turned its eyes in confusion to look at the strange little thing that was clinging to it.
It tilted its head slightly, its wet nose gently sniffing the scent of the cubs.
That was definitely not the familiar scent of its own cubs, but a faint, completely unfamiliar aroma with a hint of wildness.
The mother dog let out a barely audible whimper.
It seemed to want to move away or simply ignore it, but Leila's hand gently and firmly soothed its neck and back, conveying a silent plea and support.
As the lion cub experienced alternating periods of cold and warmth, it suddenly let out an extremely faint, almost inaudible, whimper.
The sound was so faint it was almost blown away by the wind, yet it struck the mother dog like a tiny electric current.
Its ears perked up suddenly, and despite its still weak body, its focused posture seemed to be trying to catch the call from another life.
Then, something even more chilling happened.
Perhaps awakened by the warmth of the mother dog's belly, or perhaps by some pheromone in the faint scent, the lion cubs closed their eyes tightly, but their little heads began to clumsily sway from side to side, searching among the mother dog's fur.
Its little mouth opens and closes unconsciously, making soft sounds.
Its little paws also instinctively began to gently kick and scratch the mother dog's soft belly skin.
The mother dog's body stiffened again.
It lowered its head and sniffed more carefully the strange little thing that was clumsily wriggling in its arms.
That faint whimper, that instinctive scratching and searching.
Its recently lost cubs had also done the same, closing their eyes and instinctively searching for warmth and food.
A deep resonance, originating from the very source of life, shimmered in the depths of the mother dog's weary eyes.
It was a maternal instinct that transcended species boundaries.
Time ticked by, the air seemed to stand still, and everyone's heart was in their throat.
Lyra held her breath, and even Tom watched them nervously.
Then, a miracle happened: the mother dog accepted the lion cub.
Immediately, everyone was surprised.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the mother dog treating the lion cubs like her own, Tom then looked at the group of people who had just arrived.
"This Aunt Martha used to be the head chef at the 'Buffalo Hoof' ranch."
"These two, Becky and Molly, worked as maids in the main house of Cloudwood Ranch. They were very efficient at washing, cleaning, and tidying up."
"This Gina said she cared for children at a loving orphanage in the east."
Zack stood next to Tom, explaining the identities of these people.
Tom squinted, his sharp gaze fixed on Zack, his voice low and deep: "Jonah told you to hire a maid! What the hell did you hire for him? A chef?!"
What does this mean? Is this to make Jonah, the ranch chef, give way to the newcomer?
Whether Jonah will run away on the spot is unknown, but Zach will definitely be chased and beaten for three blocks by that hot-tempered chef!
Zach's scalp tingled instantly.
Tom ignored the frozen Zack and called out directly, "Martha!"
"Can you cook for children aged four to ten?"
"Yes! I can!" Martha answered quickly and loudly.
"Alright!" Tom waved his hand, pointing at Zack. "Take them all to my mother's! Except for Martha, who's in charge of the children's meals, my mother will decide how the others are treated!"
Zach didn't dare to delay and quickly led his men away.
Only then did Tom's tense nerves relax slightly.
He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat.
Hey! That lion cub over there is actually able to hold its mother dog and eat by itself!