The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 350 Stormy Storm
Clayton Bello stood in front of the old house, recalling the shape of a teaching stick he had seen in his life.

His brother's wife, Tristana, was violently scolding her daughter, Donna Bello, in front of his old house because she had arranged for a temporary caregiver to accompany Donna to Sasha City to see him, but Donna escaped from the caregiver and disappeared.

Clayton didn't know how Cuitis had followed him here, or if she just wanted him to help find someone. In any case, this was the best ending.

Tritis doesn't think so.

"When Polly told me you were missing, I nearly died!"

There was still traces of the pain she felt when she discovered Donna was missing in Tristana's voice, forcing Clayton back to reality from his wandering thoughts.

Because she lived in a richer uncle's house and received financial assistance, Donna's clothes were more expensive and decent than before she left, but Cuitisse didn't pay attention to these external changes. She just held Donna's arms tightly, as if she was afraid that her daughter would run away again.

Donna blushed, and she tried to move her wrists, but she couldn't get free:

"A fifteen-year-old girl took a train alone and stayed outside for several days! Did you consider the risks before doing these things? You can't keep your eyes open while you're asleep, right? What if you run into robbers or wild animals? You're not going anywhere else, so why leave Polly behind and come here alone?"

She suddenly swallowed the name, released one hand and pointed directly at Clayton.

".he?!"

There were people looking out of the windows of the houses on the street, and the two horses brought by Clayton and Donna were shaking their heads nervously, hoping to leave here quickly.

Clayton felt the same as the horse. He stamped his feet gently, hoping that this protest would be received by Cuitisi.

But Tritis didn't care.

"Because I don't like Polly, and he wants to marry you." Donna said aggrievedly.

Cuitis was stunned. She looked at her daughter's delicate face, which had a stubbornness that could not be ignored. She seemed to recognize her child for the first time. After a moment, she suddenly hugged her daughter into her arms, and her face under the sunglasses was already full of tears. This was the third time Clayton saw her crying.

The first time she cried was for her father, the second time she cried was for her husband.

Seeing her mother's unprecedented vulnerability, all the girl's thoughts of argument disappeared. Donna's body relaxed and her hand around her mother's neck gently patted her back, comforting her like a more mature person.

Fifteen years have passed, and the girl is almost as tall as her mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do that again," Donna promised in a low voice.

Tristana held her arms tighter and tighter.
Clayton was not a tactless person. He stood quietly by and waited for the mother to vent her emotions.

After a while, Cuitis let go of her daughter and finally remembered that there was a Belo next to her. She wiped away her tears and turned to look at this bastard whom she hadn't seen for many years. Her eyes behind the sunglasses looked up and down at Clayton's burly figure.

Clayton looked at her in silence. In fact, he hadn't figured out how to deal with this relative whom he hadn't seen for many years.

For a while they were as close as siblings, but soon, Ullen's death put an end to all that.

In fact, he was partly responsible for Uren's death. When his parents died, he did not have time to return, and the old people's funeral was handled by Cuitis alone. He felt guilty towards her, a feeling that could not be eliminated no matter how much money he gave her.

Although they had communicated once through letters in October, the written words were bland and monotonous. For both parties, the other party's existence was just a few lines on paper. Perhaps seeing his face and feeling his real existence in reality would remind Cuitish of their unpleasantness again.

"Clayton"

Cuitis's eyes, wandering behind her sunglasses, finally stopped on his face.

"Why are you still growing taller when you are in your thirties?" she asked in a very nasal voice.

This was the first sentence Cuitisi had spoken directly to him today. Clayton opened his mouth, but could not say anything in response.

He couldn't tell Tritis right away that it was because he had become a werewolf. Seeing her in her nun's uniform, he knew that would not be a good thing.

Clayton chose to avoid the question by asking another one. He crossed his arms and tried to lighten the mood with a joke: "Tritis, Donna said that Polly is proposing to you. Is that true?"

The king cobra raised its head alertly again.

Her voice rose: "Dear Clayton, look at my clothes, where do you think I should go?"

“Maybe going to church,” Clayton said.

Although some sects of the White Church allow clergy to marry, nuns are not allowed to marry under any circumstances.

"Then you should know my attitude."

Cuitis took two steps forward, her eyes behind the sunglasses secretly observing Clayton's face, and her tone became serious.

"Polly was indeed pursuing me, but he stopped after he knew I was planning to rejoin the church. I asked him to temporarily look after Donna only because he was planning to come to Sasha City to meet a relative, and I paid him for it."

"Then why did you become a monk? Is it because you don't have enough money?" Clayton didn't understand.

The nun in black sighed: "Donna must have told you about the land rent, but she doesn't know much about the work on the land. In any case, the income from those lands is definitely enough for the whole family to survive. But people's pursuit is not limited to this." "I swore an oath to the saints, determined to remain chaste to protect the spiritual world of mankind, but then I abandoned the oath for Ulun. Now Donna has grown up, and I have time to make up for my sins."

"She's only fifteen." Clayton said dissatisfiedly, "Are you too impatient?"

Cuitis turned around and looked at her daughter, shaking her head with a complicated expression.

"No, now is the best time for me to repent. The days ahead will only get harder and harder." She hinted. "Don't worry, I won't stay in the mountains forever. This is just a short separation."

Clayton couldn't understand what she meant.

Cuitisi was not a person who spoke without thinking, if she felt the need to return to the church, then her reasons were absolutely justified. He believed that she must have some information that she didn't even know, but she was unwilling to speak out.

However, Tritis lives in remote Patnu all year round. Who will tell her this information?
When Clayton began to think deeply, Donna suddenly spoke.

"Are we just going to stand here?" Her eyes flickered between her mother and uncle, confused about their relationship, which she thought was hostile but now seemed normal.

"Why don't you just say hello to each other and start talking about serious matters? Isn't that too cold?"

"You're right," Clayton said. He didn't want to appear unfamiliar with his family in front of Donna, so he extended his hand to Tristana.

Cuitisse also extended her hand and the two shook hands.

Donna realized how much fun Julius had in manipulating people. She shook her head and said, "Just a handshake? That won't do. This is not family etiquette. Family members should hug each other."

Clayton did not proceed. He looked at Cuitish stiffly and said, "I did not instruct her to say that."

"I know." Tritis said calmly. "But she's right."

She opened her arms, and Clayton leaned over cautiously to hug her, which lasted only a second before the two of them retreated silently like magnets repelling each other.

"What about the kiss on the cheek?" Donna asked expectantly.

Cuitis shook her head: "No, it will make us all feel awkward."

Clayton gave an approving look behind her.

"Then rest for a few days at the Clayton house before leaving." Donna said, holding her mother's hand reluctantly.

A loving smile appeared on Cuitisse's face. "Of course, Clayton and I do have some things to talk about. I originally wrote a letter about those things and put it in Mr. Polly's pocket, hoping that he could pass it on to your uncle, but now it seems that I can only tell you in person."

Donna shyly scratched the back of her neck with her left hand, and her demeanor returned to that of a country girl.

"So what's the matter?" she asked again curiously.

Cuitis held her hand gently, and the emotion in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Your marriage."

In Clayton Bello's new house in St. Benilde's Parish, the electric lights in all the rooms were turned on, and every window was glowing, so that people could see the light even from a distance. The interior was even more dazzling, with crystal chandeliers in the corridors and halls shining brightly, and candles and oil lamps were lit in the corners that were particularly dark and had no electric lights.

There is no other reason for doing this, except that today is indeed an important day. The Bello family is reunited again, and Clayton hopes that doing this will bring good luck to the future.

With one more person in the restaurant, it seems more lively.

Tristana sat gracefully in her seat, and Donna imitated her manners and looked like a lady.

The chef here is preparing dinner. The tableware has been laid out in an orderly manner on the table. The servants are pouring wine into the glasses in front of them. The purple-red wine is swaying slightly in the glass goblets. The chandelier above their heads is shining brightly, and the wine glasses are reflecting star-like light.

"You look like you're doing much better than before." Cuithis shook the goblet, admiring the light shining through the color of the wine, not at all nervous about the splendor of it all.

The calm aura she exuded made Donna suddenly feel like she didn't recognize her own mother.

Clayton raised his glass to her from a distance, then took a slow sip and put it down again.

"Thanks to some of my friends, I am where I am today. Now when I think about the days when I met them, it seems like a long time ago."

He didn't want to digress on irrelevant matters, so after a few words he started talking about recent events.

"I found a few tutors for Donna. She is making rapid progress and will soon meet the standards for entering Xinjiani Girls' College."

Cuitis nodded without being able to tell her mood: "You also teach her in person?"

This is something that makes Clayton proud. He readily admits: "Of course, although it may sound like boasting, I have contributed to her current transformation."

"Yes, I saw the bruises on her body," Tritis said. "She said you beat her."