Chapter 223 This Old Lady Is Unusual
Ivy frowned, wondering whether the old lady had a big family.
If that was the case, giving her a little more was okay.
But she couldn't take it all away!
This tiger was not an ordinary tiger. It had formed a Magic Pearl in its body through tens of thousands of years, whose meat could cure diseases and prolong life and might even help people achieve immortality.
How could Ivy give up such a good thing to others? Moreover, the tiger was hunted and killed by her and Alexander.
Alexander thought so as well. He said to Ivy, "Let's get a little tiger meat back to let children have a taste, leaving the rest to the old lady."
"We can get a leg," Ivy said as she fetched the hatchet.
"Let me do it!" Alexander took the hatchet first and intended to cut one leg of the tiger, leaving the rest to the old lady.
When the old lady saw the hatchet, her eyes suddenly turned cold.
She snatched the hatchet fiercely.
"It's mine. You are thieves! Bad guys!"
How did they become thieves? Ivy was confused.
Alexander quickly realized what was going on.
This old lady seemed to be the owner of the cave in the back mountain.
He heard from James that the old lady living in the back mountain was widowed and suffered from dementia.
The old lady was indeed a bit abnormal.
"Thieves! Bad guys! I won't give you any tiger meat! I can eat it for a year by myself!"
The old lady snorted and pushed away Ivy and Alexander with only one hand.
With just a slight push, they fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Then, the old lady picked up the hatchet with one hand and the tiger's claw with the other, easily dragging the tiger away.
This scene looked like the tiger was killed by the old lady with that hatchet.
"This old lady seems to know martial arts. Her strength is awesome..." Ivy said.
Suddenly, Ivy thought of something and hurriedly asked Alexander, "Is she the old lady who lives in the back mountain?"
Alexander nodded in the affirmative. "Yes, that's her. We took the hatchet from her cave, which was why she said we were thieves."
"We? She meant you. I didn't steal the hatchet!" Ivy gave him a disdainful glance.
"Okay. She meant me. I'm the..."
Alexander paused, feeling the word thief was hateful. How could he in charge of the Ashford Family Business become a thief?
So he quickly corrected himself and said, "I'm not a thief! I just borrowed that hatchet! And I have returned it to her now."
Ivy didn't know how to respond.
The old lady took that hatchet away by herself.
Looking at the back of the old lady holding the hatchet, Alexander was lost in thoughts.
It was hard for an old woman to live alone in the mountains, worried about daily food and the attack from wild animals.
The back of the old lady was both lonely and strong, and the hatchet in her hand was shining brightly under the sunlight.
"Wait!" Alexander remembered something and held Ivy's hand to run forward.
"Ethan, Maria, and the kids are still in the old lady's cave, and she will surely take them for thieves..."
Looking at the sharp hatchet, Ivy was also very frightened. She immediately threw away Alexander's hand and ran toward the old lady.
The old lady thought Ivy was coming to snatch the tiger, so she turned around abruptly and raised the hatchet. "Stay there, or I won't show mercy!"
"Madam, calm down!" Ivy said with a smile, "We don't want the tiger. We just want to tell you something."
"What?" The old lady was visibly impatient.
"My friends and kids..."
Ivy wanted to tell her they were all sheltering from the rain in her cave but was also afraid the old lady might suddenly return to the cave after hearing these.
She had a sharp hatchet and knew martial arts!
"What's up with your friends and kids? Do they want to eat my tiger meat?"
The old lady pointed at the dead tiger and said viciously, "No way! This tiger is my food, and no one can take it away!"
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