chapter 15 Licking a dog means licking a dog until there is nothing left ===

"What? That happened?" Wilma was astonished.
Griffin's character was something Wilma understood well; he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Especially when it came to women, he was particularly ruthless. Just two months ago, he had left a college student's boyfriend paralyzed from head to toe, and the poor guy was still lying in the hospital.
With the Bald family's extraordinary status and his father Zpher's influence in Yorkvichill City's real estate industry, the matter was hushed up.
Now that he was pursuing Mabel, who was sure to reject him, she could protect herself, but Ulric was different. If Griffin sought revenge, Ulric would be in trouble.
"What are you planning to do? He's not someone to be trifled with."
Ulric smiled and didn't respond.
"How about I handle it for you?"
Ulric shook his head. "No need. It's my problem, and I can handle it. Since you know him, could you arrange for him to meet me?"
Wilma hesitated. "You... you want to talk to him alone?"
"Yeah, there are things between us that need to be clarified to avoid future troubles."
After pondering for a moment, Wilma agreed, "Alright, I'll handle it. Don't worry, with the Dun Family behind you, I won't let him bully you."
After chatting for a while, Ulric left the Dun Residence. Meanwhile, at that moment, Wilder was going through bouts of madness at home.
Over the years, he had revolved around Wilma like a lapdog, thinking that his genuine feelings would win her favor. But who would have thought that a bumpkin would appear out of nowhere, ruining all his efforts?
Thinking about them being together filled Wilder with rage.
"No, I can't just sit back and do nothing. How can I let them have their way?"
Wilder refused to accept it. If his goddess was taken away by someone else, what face would he have left in Yorkvichill City?
For Wilma's sake, Wilder decided to have Mabel intervene. After all, Mabel and Wilma didn't get along. If she knew about Ulric's actions, she wouldn't just let it go.
At this moment, Mabel couldn't have imagined that he would come to her. In her eyes, Wilder was truly a lapdog.
For the sake of licking Wilma's boots, he was willing to do anything. Now, suddenly showing up, Mabel was puzzled.
"Wilder, do you have something to discuss with me?"
"I..." Wilder couldn't bring himself to say it, feeling annoyed.
"Just spit it out. I don't have time to chat with you."
Mabel was cold and aloof. Wilder stopped hiding and exaggeratedly recounted Ulric and Wilma's affair.
Mabel frowned slightly but didn't react much.
"Wilder, you know I like Wilma, but your fiancé is too disloyal. If you're not satisfied with her, you shouldn't try to steal my woman. You can't just let this slide."
Upon hearing the words "fiancé," Mabel was displeased. "Wilder, are you here to complain about them running to me?"
"I..." Wilder's expression darkened. "Mabel, you've been at odds with Wilma for so many years. Even if it's not for me, you should do it for yourself, right? Once they become a couple, if I lose Wilma, you'll lose face too. You should control Ulric and let them have less contact. It's better for everyone. What do you say?"
Mabel chuckled. "Well said. Their mess has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to get involved. As for you, Mr. Gentry, you can't even outshine a bumpkin like Ulric?"
"Go back. Your affairs have nothing to do with me, and I don't have time for them. Don't come to me to complain in the future."
Mabel was straightforward and decisive.
Wilder's face turned pale. "Mabel, if that's what you're saying, then I have nothing else to say. If you don't care about him, don't blame me for not giving you face if he gets hurt."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I didn't mean it that way. Just reminding you. Since you won't restrain him, I'll do it for you."
Wilder intended to leave, but Mabel scolded, "Stop right there, Wilder. If you lay a hand on him, I won't let it go."
Wilder pursed his lips and left without saying another word.
As he left, Mabel sneered, "A lapdog is a lapdog. In the end, they have nothing."
As for Ulric, did he have no self-awareness at all? What was his status? What was Wilma's status? Even if Wilma got close to him, it was just for the novelty. In the end, he would be the one suffering from the emotional setbacks.
It wasn't that Mabel cared about him, but rather that Mabel and Wilma had been at odds for many years, each wishing to outdo the other. This meant Ulric was destined to be caught in the middle, feeling torn.
At that moment, Ulric was studying Mr. Dun's medicine, and with the deadline approaching, he had to be cautious.
During the day, he bought a lot of herbs and brewed them at his place, filling the entire house with the smell of traditional medicine. When Mabel returned home, she choked and coughed from the scent.
"Ulric, what are you doing?" Facing the situation, Mabel covered her nose and mouth, reprimanding him.
"You're back. I was brewing some medicine," Ulric explained.
"Why are you making medicine?"
"Erm... Sis Wilma's grandfather isn't feeling well, so I made some medicine for him."
"What does her grandfather's condition have to do with you?" As Mabel asked this question, she remembered his address to Wilma and added, "What did you just call her? Sis Wilma?"
"Yeah, so what?"
Seeing his shamelessness, Mabel found it amusing. "You even call her 'Sis.' That's quite intimate."
Ulric was speechless.
"Don't get it twisted. I can't just keep calling her Miss Dun, right? Besides, she's only a year or two older than me. Calling her Sis Wilma isn't a big deal!"
"Get out, you're so disgusting!"
Mabel angrily retreated to her room, but soon returned to admonish him, "Get rid of the herbal smell in the house, and if you want to brew medicine, do it at her place."
"Bang!"
As the door slammed shut, Ulric was stunned.
City folk sure were particular; they couldn't even stand the smell of herbal medicine. In the countryside, who would care about such things?
Little did he know, Mabel wasn't mad about the medicine; it was his way of addressing Wilma.
They'd only known each other for so long, and he was already calling her "Sis Wilma." If this continued, would they end up as a couple?
Although Mabel didn't like Ulric very much, he was still technically her fiancé. Now he was acting this way with Wilma. What did Ulric have in mind?
She had intended to warn him to be careful of Griffin and Wilder when going out, but now she didn't have the mood for it. Maybe it was for the best. Let Wilder teach him a lesson, so he'd understand his place.
For Ulric, she truly understood the frustration of seeing potential go to waste.
The next day, Ulric brought the brewed traditional medicine to Dun Residence, but Flynn refused to drink it. With age, he couldn't handle stimulating things anymore.
"Grandpa, Ulric is doing this for your good. Why don't you just drink it?" Wilma persuaded.
Flynn glanced at Ulric, then turned to his granddaughter. "Girl, let me have a chat with Ulric. You go to your room first."
"Grandpa..."
"Be a good girl and go to your room."
"Fine, you guys chat then."
As she went into the room, Ulric pulled up a chair and sat across from Flynn, smiling. "Old Master Dun, Sis Wilma is also doing this for your good. Why not drink it?"
Flynn sighed. "The deadline is approaching, what's the point of drinking it? It's better not to drink it and enjoy the remaining time."