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

Chapter 683: Chapter 683: Wendy Lowe’s Phone Call

"Phoebe said the voice on the other end sounded like a young girl," Sylvia Brooks added.

"A young girl," Renee Jennings murmured, her eyes narrowing. "I think the person who made that call is most likely Yvonne Morgan."

"Her?" Sylvia Brooks frowned. "Why would she do that?"

Renee Jennings said pensively, "She also sent a text to my mom, telling her that her biological daughter, Phoebe Sawyer, was back in the country."

Just as she finished speaking, Rhea Dempsey happened to send a screenshot of a text message.

It turned out that last night, the same number had sent her another message: "This is your biological daughter Phoebe Sawyer’s phone number. She must really miss her birth mother."

"Sylvia, take a look at this." Renee Jennings handed her the phone.

Sylvia Brooks glanced at it, a look of astonishment crossing her face. She then began hesitantly, "If it really is Yvonne Morgan sending these texts, could her goal be to..."

"Drive a wedge between my mom and me," Renee Jennings said in a flat voice. "She doesn’t want to see me happy."

Sylvia Brooks’s expression was complicated. "She’s just unbelievable. Isn’t this whole mess her family’s fault in the first place?"

Renee Jennings frowned. "We still don’t know for sure if Yvonne Morgan is also the one causing trouble for Auntie Winnie."

"What should we do now?" Sylvia Brooks asked, her face filled with worry.

"My mom probably really wants to reunite with Phoebe," Renee Jennings analyzed softly. "And Auntie Winnie misses her biological daughter, too. The key now is whether Phoebe can accept this."

Hearing this, Sylvia Brooks’s frown deepened. "Phoebe was up all night because of that text. I don’t think she’ll be able to accept it anytime soon."

"That is a bit troublesome," Renee Jennings said, pressing her lips together. "It would be best if Auntie Winnie tells her about this."

Sylvia Brooks nodded in agreement and suggested, "Should we ask Auntie Winnie to meet and talk?"

"Is that appropriate?" Renee Jennings hesitated.

She was worried that if she was the one to approach Wendy Lowe, Phoebe Sawyer would blame Rhea Dempsey after finding out the truth.

"It’s not appropriate?" Sylvia Brooks didn’t understand. "If it’s not, then forget it. We’ll think of something else."

Renee Jennings’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Okay, we’ll keep thinking."

**

Before Renee Jennings could decide whether to talk to Wendy Lowe, Wendy contacted Rhea Dempsey first.

In the second-floor study.

Renee Jennings was getting ready to start her livestream when she heard Rhea Dempsey’s voice from outside the door.

"Renee, have you started your stream yet?"

Renee Jennings called out, "Not yet, Mom. Just come in."

Rhea Dempsey pushed the door open and walked in, looking unwell.

"Mom, what’s wrong?" Renee Jennings frowned slightly. "Why is your face so pale?"

The hand Rhea Dempsey was using to hold her phone was trembling, and her lips quivered. "Wendy Lowe... Sh-she just called me."

Hearing this, Renee Jennings stood up and asked, "What did Auntie Winnie say to you?"

"She asked to meet me. She said we gave birth in the same hospital on the same day back then, and there was something she wanted to talk to me about." Rhea Dempsey’s voice was tinged with a sob.

"Mom, it’s okay. Don’t be nervous." Renee Jennings walked around her desk, put an arm around Rhea Dempsey’s shoulder, and soothed her gently, "It’s normal for Auntie Winnie to want to meet you."

"I-I’m not ready," Rhea Dempsey said, her eyes red. "I don’t know what to do."

The pets, who had originally come over to watch the drama unfold, saw her crying and crowded around to comfort her.

"MEOW! Mom, don’t cry!"

"WOOF WOOF? Mom, who’s bullying you? I’ll go bite them!"

"MEOW MEOW? Mom, what happened?"

Watching her furry companions rubbing their little heads against her, Rhea Dempsey wiped away a tear and then gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I’m so useless. All I do is cry."

"Don’t say that. It’s a perfectly normal reaction," Renee Jennings said, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t be nervous. When did Auntie Winnie want to meet? I’ll go with you."

Rhea Dempsey shook her head. "She didn’t set a time. She just asked when would be convenient for me."

Renee Jennings smiled. "Alright, then we can just meet her whenever you feel is right."

"I... I don’t know when."

"Then let me decide?"

Rhea Dempsey nodded emphatically. "Okay. I’ll listen to you. You make the arrangements."

Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow slightly. "How about tomorrow, then?"

"Okay," Rhea Dempsey agreed.

The next afternoon, the temperature dropped a few more degrees. A festive New Year’s atmosphere had already descended upon the street shops and malls, which were adorned with colorful streamers, red lanterns, and auspicious characters.

Inside the coffee shop, a woman in a black overcoat sat quietly in a booth, her gaze fixed on the bustling, lively central square not far away.

Renee Jennings and Rhea Dempsey walked in and spotted Wendy Lowe at once.

Perhaps hearing their footsteps, Wendy Lowe slowly turned her head.

She didn’t look her age at all; her skin was well-maintained, firm, and smooth. However, a faint trace of melancholy lingered in her eyes.

Her gaze shifted between Renee Jennings and Rhea Dempsey before she stood up to greet them. "Hello, I’m Wendy Lowe."

"Hello, I’m Rhea Dempsey," Rhea Dempsey replied with a polite smile. "This is my daughter, Renee Jennings."

Renee Jennings met Wendy Lowe’s curious gaze and smiled calmly. "Hello, Auntie Winnie."

"Hello, please sit." After speaking, Wendy Lowe waved a hand in the direction of a waiter.

After they ordered coffee, her eyes swept past Renee Jennings and settled on Rhea Dempsey. A hint of resignation appeared on her face as she spoke hesitantly, "There are some things... I’m not sure if I can say them in front of a child."

"Auntie Winnie," Renee Jennings said with a light laugh, speaking slowly, "if this is about the mystery of my birth, you don’t have to worry. I’ve known the truth for a long time."

Hearing this, Wendy Lowe was taken aback at first, then a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes. "You... you know the truth?"

"Yes," Renee Jennings confirmed with a slight nod. "Actually, my biological parents were the first to discover it."

"I see." Wendy Lowe nodded in understanding and gave a faint, apologetic smile. "I’d like to ask a couple of slightly impolite questions, if you don’t mind..."

Renee Jennings smiled. "It’s fine. Please, Auntie Winnie, feel free to speak your mind."

"I’d like to ask, how did you feel when you found out? Did you feel any resistance to the idea?"

Renee Jennings blinked and said calmly, "I never reunited with my biological parents. After they discovered I was their real daughter, they kept trying to measure my worth. I decided I don’t need parents like that."

"Measure your worth?" Wendy Lowe frowned, her tone laced with disapproval. "What kind of parents are there in this world?"

"The world is full of all sorts of strange people." Renee Jennings paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Auntie Winnie, if you don’t mind my asking, when did you find out that your child wasn’t biologically yours?"