Renee Jennings saw the resentnt in Mrs. Lawson’s eyes and sighed inwardly.
She was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Mr. Lawson discovered you were having an affair with your cousin and asked for a divorce, demanding you leave with nothing. So you and your cousin pushed Mr. Lawson off a cliff, is that right?"
A look of intense indignation appeared on Mrs. Lawson’s face as she shrieked hysterically, "Yes! He was the one who was in the wrong first! What right did he have to ask for a divorce? On what grounds? Even if we were getting a divorce, I should have been the one to bring it up!"
Renee Jennings gazed at her, her expression calm as she slowly asked, "Do you have any regrets?"
"Regrets..." Mrs. Lawson murmured. After a few seconds of dazed silence, her eyes instantly turned sharp and her voice beca resolute. "I don’t regret it! My only regret is that I ever loved him..."
As she spoke the last words, her voice was tinged with sorrow.
A mont later, Sawyer printed out the statent.
[System 009: Congratulations on completing the mission "Assist the police in finding the murderer." You have received your rewards: Amphibian Dictionary, one million cash, and 50 points.]
Sawyer pushed the paper in front of Mrs. Lawson and said softly, "Mrs. Lawson, please confirm the details. If there are no issues, please sign."
Mrs. Lawson lowered her gaze to the paper, her expression shifting several tis as if, through that thin sheet, she could see the years of entanglent with Silas Lawson.
She sobbed one mont and laughed inanely the next, emotionally breaking down. With a trembling hand, she picked up the pen and slowly wrote her na.
’Silas Lawson, I hope we never et again in our next lives!’
**
Renee Jennings left the police station and hailed a taxi to the pet hospital.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling out the window. As she quietly watched the pedestrians on the street, the matter of Mr. and Mrs. Lawson kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of complex emotions.
’Love really does make a fool of people.’
’In her despair over unrequited love, Mrs. Lawson’s affection turned to hate. She destroyed her husband with her own hands, and in doing so, destroyed herself. It just wasn’t worth it.’
The incident left Renee Jennings with a bit of a psychological scar, and the thought of never dating or getting married surfaced in her mind.
"We’re here, miss," the driver said.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the pet hospital. Renee Jennings pushed these unrelated matters to the back of her mind, paid the fare, and got out.
She was here to visit Mary and another little sparrow, Sharon.
Mary and Sharon’s injuries had mostly healed, and they could now fly short distances.
Renee Jennings cupped the two little ones in her palms, her eyes smiling as she looked at them. "The vet tech just told you two can be discharged in another couple of days."
"Huh?" Mary sounded a little disappointed. "We’re getting discharged so soon?"
"Soon?" Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You don’t want to leave?"
"It’s so much fun here, and the food is great. We want to stay a few more days," Mary said, then nuzzled her head against Renee’s palm, acting spoiled.
Sharon also nodded her little head. "They have a TV here, and that canary is so handso! I want to play with him."
Renee Jennings’s eyes filled with amusent, and her tone was indulgent. "Alright, if you like it here, you can stay a few more days."
’It’s not like I can’t afford it.’
Mary had fallen in love with binge-watching shows at the pet hospital and was completely engrossed in the TV, while Sharon was chatting animatedly with the handso canary.
Feeling both amused and helpless, Renee Jennings went to the front desk, prepaid for another week, and took a taxi ho.
「The next morning.」
Quentin Lowell’s wife added Renee Jennings on WeChat and asked her to co over to check on their kitten.
Mrs. Lowell’s ho was about six kiloters from Blissborne Garden. The wind was a bit strong that afternoon, so Renee Jennings decided to drive her second-hand BMW.
She sent her license plate number to Mrs. Lowell, who had registered it for a parking reservation in advance. The red BMW drove smoothly into the residential complex.
DING—
The elevator arrived at the sixteenth floor. It was a one-unit-per-floor apartnt, and the front door was wide open right as she stepped out.
Renee Jennings stood at the doorway and called out, "Mrs. Lowell?"
The words had barely left her mouth when a little girl ran out, hugging a Transforr.
She looked even younger than Zane and Jasmine, with fair skin and a pair of grape-black eyes full of curiosity.
’I think Director Lowell ntioned yesterday that his daughter was only three.’
"Are you Cecilia?" Renee asked.
The little girl nodded, then turned and ran off, wiggling her bottom as she shouted in a cutesy voice, "The p’etty lady Daddy talked about is here!"
A second later, a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length hair walked to the door, beaming. "Miss Jennings, you’re here!"
Renee smiled. "You must be Mrs. Lowell?"
"Please, call Luna," Rosalind said as she took a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. She bent down to place them at Renee’s feet, saying apologetically, "I’m so sorry to trouble you to make a special trip over."
She had originally intended to visit Renee herself, thinking it was only proper since she was the one asking for help. It didn’t seem right to make Renee co to her. But the kitten was uncooperative; it would hide at the slightest touch, making it impossible to catch.
"It’s no problem," Renee said as she changed into the slippers. "In that case, I’ll call you Luna."
"As long as you don’t mind," Rosalind said, inviting her inside. Fruit and desserts were already arranged on the coffee table. "Please, have sothing to eat, Miss Jennings."
Cecilia stood to the side, hugging her toy, her big round eyes occasionally stealing glances at Renee.
Renee laughed. "Luna, please just call Renee."
Mrs. Lowell ruffled her daughter’s hair. "Cecilia, say hello to Renee."
Cecilia called out in her sweet, childish voice, "Hi, Renee!"
"Hi, Cecilia," Renee replied, pulling a small cat figurine from her pocket. "This is for you."
Jasmine had reminded her to take it before she left.
Cecilia’s eyes lit up instantly. "Wow, what a cute kitty! Thank you!"
She reached out her chubby little hand and took the cat figurine from Renee’s palm.
"You’re welco." Renee’s eyes curved into crescents as she watched the little one’s delighted expression.
’Thank goodness I’ve been spending so much ti with my niece and nephew lately. Having a little experience ans I’m not totally clueless when facing a human child.’
"Renee, you’re too kind, bringing a gift for Cecilia," Rosalind said with a smile, her favorable impression of Renee growing.
Renee smiled and asked, "By the way, where is the kitten?"
Hearing this, Cecilia quickly piped up, "Are you talking about Kongo?"
Renee blinked. "Is your kitten nad Kongo?"
"Yep!" Cecilia bobbed her head up and down. "My big brother helped na him! It’s cool, like a Transforr!"
"So where is Kongo right now?" Renee asked.
Cecilia sighed in frustration. "Kongo is always hiding under the bed and won’t co out! Do you think he hates ?"
"You’re so cute, Cecilia, who could possibly hate you?" Renee patted the little one’s fluffy head. "Take to Kongo, and I’ll ask him for you why he’s always hiding."
Cecilia took her hand. "Renee, Kongo is hiding in here..."
Renee followed the little girl into the guest room.
Cecilia got down on the floor to look under the bed and said in her singsong voice, "Kongo, I brought the p’etty lady to see you! Co on out, okay?"
The kitten imdiately let out a whiny ow. "AAAAH, you annoying little two-legger! Stop shouting!"
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