The Villainess's Heartthrob Script: I Can Talk to Animals

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Dragged Down by This Villainess

Renee Jennings returned to Blissborne Garden after breakfast and happened to run into Joy Warren, Old Hag Crawford’s daughter.

She was getting out of a taxi, dressed in very revealing clothes. Her high heels wobbled on the ground, making it obvious she had just come back from drinking at a bar.

Joy Warren spotted Renee Jennings too. She looked her up and down before sneering, "You’re so tacky."

Renee couldn’t be bothered with her and strode ahead on her long legs.

"Hey! Renee Jennings, I’m talking to you!" Joy Warren shouted, annoyed, from behind her.

All Renee wanted right now was to get home, take a shower, and go to sleep, so she hurried into the apartment building.

But when she opened the door to her apartment, she found Dalton Jenson sitting on the sofa in the light of a single wall lamp, smoking.

"Dad, are you still up, or did you just wake up?" Renee asked as she changed her shoes.

Seeing her come in, Dalton Jenson stubbed out his barely half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "You’re back?"

"What’s wrong?" Renee sat down beside him and asked curiously, "Something on your mind?"

Dalton Jenson sighed. "Yeah."

Renee pursed her lips and said softly, "Dad, is this about my situation?"

"If I said no, you definitely wouldn’t believe me." Dalton Jenson couldn’t help but sigh again.

"Don’t overthink it." Renee put an arm around his shoulder, her tone becoming more serious. "I told you, I’m not leaving this family."

"Okay." Dalton Jenson nodded, his eyes slightly moist. "I won’t."

Renee thought for a moment, then asked, "Dad, do you and Mom want to find your biological daughter?"

Dalton Jenson was stunned for a few seconds before he said helplessly, "After all these years... I’m afraid we’ll never find her."

"There has to be a way." Renee patted his shoulder. "Look, the Morgan Family found theirs, didn’t they? We won’t know unless we try."

Dalton Jenson pressed his lips together and didn’t speak for a good while.

Renee stood up. "Dad, I’m going to take a shower. You should go back and get some more sleep."

"Okay." Dalton Jenson nodded. "Go on, go ahead."

**

Renee slept until a little after three in the afternoon, when she was woken up by a call from Sylvia Brooks.

"Hello, Summer." Her voice was thick with sleep.

Sylvia’s tone was apologetic. "Renee, did I wake you?"

"It’s fine." Renee struggled to sit up, leaning against the headboard. "It’s about time I got up anyway. If I sleep too much, I won’t be able to sleep tonight."

"That’s good." Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief and said with a laugh, "I was actually calling to ask for a favor. Are you free tonight? We can talk about it over dinner."

"Sure, I’m free," Renee agreed.

Before hanging up, Sylvia added, "Oh, by the way, bring Michelle with you."

Hearing that Sylvia had specifically asked for her to come along when inviting Renee, Michelle Fuller asked while driving, "Renee, do you think she wants to be friends with me?"

Renee, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at her with an amused smile. "I thought you two were already friends."

"Huh?" Michelle said, surprised. "Did she say I was her friend?"

Renee said helplessly, "You silly goose. Why would she invite you if she didn’t think of you as a friend?"

Michelle pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a wide grin, and said with feigned calmness, "Alright, then. If she wants to be my friend, I guess I can agree to it."

Renee chuckled at her antics.

But then, in the midst of her laughter, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

’Michelle could have had so many friends. She only ended up without any because she was dragged down by me, the story’s villainess.’

Renee turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window and murmured, "Michelle, I’m sorry."

"What did you say?" Michelle asked. "I didn’t quite hear you."

Renee shook her head slightly. "It’s nothing."

The two arrived at Sylvia’s new home, a spacious, high-end apartment with a river view that she had recently purchased. She had already sold her villa in Norvane.

"You’re here." Sylvia, wearing an apron with her hair pulled back in a claw clip, answered the door. "Renee, Michelle."

Renee and Michelle placed the gifts they had each brought on the coffee table.

Smelling the fragrant aroma, Michelle said with a wide smile, "What are you cooking? It smells amazing."

The two followed the scent into the kitchen and saw a clay pot steaming on the gas stove.

"Summer, did you cook this yourself?" Renee asked, looking back at her.

Sylvia nodded with a smile. "My cooking isn’t that great, so please don’t make fun of me if it’s not good."

Michelle immediately replied, "It smells so good, how could it possibly be bad?"

"A home-cooked meal is the highest honor." Renee was a little curious. "What did you make?"

"Garlic chicken and oyster clay pot." As Sylvia spoke, she lifted the lid, and the aroma grew even richer.

Michelle couldn’t help but swallow. "Wow, that looks like it would go great with rice! Did you make any rice?"

Renee raised an eyebrow slightly. "I thought you didn’t eat rice?"

"I can’t resist today." Michelle took another deep sniff of the aroma. "It’s too fragrant. I’ll have to get my chef to learn this dish."

"You haven’t even eaten yet." Sylvia was a little nervous. "What if you’re disappointed..."

Renee smiled and patted her shoulder. "I have faith in you. Is there anything we can help with?"

"No need, you two go hang out in the living room. I’ll call you when it’s ready." Sylvia shooed them out of the kitchen; having them watch made her even more nervous.

Sylvia had cooked three dishes and a soup: the garlic chicken and oyster clay pot, a beef stir-fry, a vegetable dish, and a pot of pork stomach soup.

Renee and Michelle only started eating after taking pictures.

Midway through the meal, Renee brought up what Sylvia had mentioned on the phone. "Didn’t you say you had something you needed my help with?"

"Yes." Sylvia put down her chopsticks and looked at her, her expression turning more serious. "A good friend of mine has a cat, but two weeks ago, it suddenly stopped eating."

"Is it sick?" Michelle asked, puzzled.

Sylvia shook her head. "No. My friend thought it was sick too, so she took it to the vet for a checkup, but the doctor said it’s physically fine. It might be a psychological issue."

"And then she found a pet psychologist, but that didn’t work either?" Michelle guessed.

Sylvia nodded and said slowly, "My friend loves her cat very much and has been terribly worried about this, which is why I wanted to ask you for help, Renee."

"You could have asked Renee about this ages ago," Michelle said while eating an oyster. "Why waste all that money? This is a piece of cake for Renee."

Renee, who was chewing a piece of meat, nodded in agreement.

Sylvia explained with a smile, "I only found out about it later."

Renee swallowed the meat in her mouth and asked, "Summer, where is your friend’s cat?"

Sylvia used the serving chopsticks to place an oyster on her plate. "I’ll have her bring it over after we finish eating. She lives just downstairs."

"Wow!" Michelle exclaimed. "You two live that close?"

Sylvia: "It’s convenient for looking out for each other."

Michelle turned to look at Renee and asked expectantly, "Renee, in that case, should we..."