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

Chapter 543: Chapter 543: She’s Our Biological Daughter

Sean Fuller sent the message he had just finished typing.

Five minutes later, he received a video call from her.

"Whoa..." Sean Fuller was so startled he nearly dropped his phone on his face. "Why is she video calling me all of a sudden?" he muttered.

He scrambled out from under the covers, rushed to the dresser to fix his hair, then hopped back into bed and answered the call.

"Hey, Yvonne. You’re still up?"

On the other end of the line, Yvonne Morgan was wearing a full face of makeup. She had on a black slip dress with a low-cut neckline that revealed a wide expanse of her fair skin.

Sean Fuller’s eyes landed on the screen, but he quickly looked away.

Yvonne Morgan noted his reaction, and a flicker of contempt crossed her eyes.

A smile touched her lips, and she spoke in a gentle voice. "If I told you I was waiting for your reply, would you laugh at me?"

"Huh?" Sean Fuller was completely taken aback. "W-Waiting for me?" he stammered.

"I messaged you this afternoon and never heard back. I was worried."

"Oh, I..." Sean Fuller was blushing furiously. Completely flustered, he was at a loss for words. "You..."

Yvonne Morgan was very pleased with his reaction. She let out a delicate laugh. "Sean, I’m just teasing you."

"J-Just teasing?" Sean Fuller finally calmed down a little. "Oh, I see."

"I went out with friends tonight," Yvonne Morgan said with a smile. "I had just gotten home when you messaged me back."

"Oh, I see." Sean Fuller nodded. "Did you have a good time?"

"I think I would’ve had even more fun if I were with you."

"For real?"

Yvonne Morgan maintained a gentle, faint smile, but inwardly, she thought, ’This man is so boring. Not a romantic bone in his body.’

"By the way, Sean, what did you mean when you said you almost died today? Reading that made me so nervous."

Sean Fuller replied, "I was at a friend’s private theater today, and I ran into a venomous snake from Continent F in the restroom."

"A venomous snake from Continent F? Sean, did it bite you?" Yvonne Morgan’s expression grew concerned.

"I’m fine." A hint of pride crept into Sean Fuller’s expression. "My sister saved me. If it weren’t for her, you might be talking to my ghost right now."

Yvonne Morgan was speechless.

She forced a smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re okay. Your sister sounds incredible."

"She is! She’s amazing." Sean’s voice swelled with pride. "She can catch snakes with her bare hands. To her, even venomous ones are like harmless caterpillars."

Yvonne Morgan’s eyes glinted. "Sean," she asked, "are you talking about your actual sister?"

"Yeah, my actual sister." His expression was completely serious.

"Your sister can catch snakes with her bare hands?" Yvonne Morgan asked, astonished.

"Yep. She’s really incredible."

’This is strange,’ Yvonne Morgan thought. ’How did Michelle Fuller get so formidable? What’s the deal with her and Renee Jennings?’

’One can understand animals and isn’t afraid of tigers or lions, and the other isn’t afraid of venomous snakes?’

"Oh, right, Yvonne." A bashful note entered Sean Fuller’s smile. "Can you give me your address? I want to send you something."

"Send me something?" Yvonne Morgan waved her hand demurely. "Oh, there’s no need."

"I insist," Sean Fuller said. "If you don’t tell me, it means you don’t consider me a friend."

"Sean!" Yvonne Morgan said his name sweetly, then sighed as if utterly defeated. "Alright, then. I don’t know what to do with you."

A smile broke out across Sean Fuller’s face. "That’s more like it. Go ahead and send me your address. It’s getting late, Yvonne. You should get some rest."

"Okay." Yvonne Morgan nodded. "I’m hanging up, then?"

"Go ahead."

"Talk to you later, Sean."

After the call ended, Sean Fuller let out a sigh of relief, tossed his phone aside, and slid down from the headboard and under the covers.

Phew...

’That Yvonne is so careless, wearing so little for a video call with a guy. Tsk, not everyone is a gentleman like me.’

A moment later, his phone chimed. DING.

He grabbed his phone and saw a voice message from Yvonne Morgan.

He pressed play, and her saccharine voice filled the air.

"Sean, I’ve been thinking... why don’t we just meet up? You don’t have to mail it to me. When are you free?"

’Give it to her in person?’

’That could work.’

Sean Fuller typed out a reply: [Okay. When works for you?]

Yvonne Morgan’s brow furrowed as she read the message. "What a blockhead," she muttered.

**

Late at night, Mrs. Bell tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Mr. Bell, woken by the movement, sighed in resignation. "Honey, why aren’t you sleeping? I just finally dozed off, and you’re tossing and turning."

"I can’t sleep."

"What’s keeping you up? You have to be up early to look after Harvey. Come on, try to sleep."

But Mrs. Bell sat up and sighed. "I can’t sleep because of Harvey."

"What’s the matter?" Mr. Bell sat up too, turning on the bedside lamp. "What happened with Harvey?"

Mrs. Bell’s face was etched with worry. "I think Susan has figured something out."

"Figured what out?"

"She said she’s noticed the way we’ve been treating Harvey."

Hearing this, Mr. Bell’s brow slowly furrowed. "So... so how does Susan feel about it?"

"I don’t know." Mrs. Bell let out another long sigh. "I was going to talk to her after our walk tonight, but she’d locked her door and said she was going to bed."

"Then we’ll ask her tomorrow and see what she says."

"But what if Susan doesn’t agree?"

Mr. Bell’s brow tightened, and he fell silent.

The bedroom was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

After a long moment, Mrs. Bell spoke in a hushed, pained voice. "Zane, maybe... maybe we should just forget it. I have a feeling this is going to break Susan’s heart. She’s our daughter."

Mr. Bell remained silent, but his breathing grew heavier.

"Zane!" Mrs. Bell gave him a push. "Say something, will you!"

Mr. Bell ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Don’t rush me. How can I possibly think this through so quickly?"

"How long do you need? We don’t have much time."

"I said, don’t rush me!" He seemed to be getting angry. He threw back the comforter and got out of bed.

Mrs. Bell frowned at him. "Where are you going?"

"To have a smoke," Mr. Bell said, walking out of the room.

Mrs. Bell stared at the closed door, sighed wearily, and lay back down.

Four hours later, she got up to make breakfast.

Harvey was already up, sitting on the living room carpet and playing with his toys. *Baby Bus* was playing on the television.

Dressed for the day, Mr. Bell walked over to Harvey, leaned down, and ruffled the little guy’s hair. "Morning, Harvey."

Then he walked into the kitchen.

When Mrs. Bell saw him enter, she said, "The soy will be ready in two minutes."

"Honey, I’ve made up my mind." Mr. Bell stood before her, his expression grim. "Harvey is staying."