Chapter 184: The Human Who Molests Richie Appears

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: The Human Who Molests Richie Appears

The only explanation was that the briefcase was a fake.

Lucy Perry’s heart suddenly sank.

’So, everything Renee Jennings said... was true?’

’But why would my sister-in-law do this?’

Lucy Perry just couldn’t understand.

’It’s not like she’s short on money for bags.’

The sound of a fingerprint lock unlocking came from the door.

Monica Ford was back. Her eyes looked a little red, as if she had just been crying.

Normally, Lucy Perry would have asked a few concerned questions.

But today, she didn’t want to ask anything.

Right now, she felt extremely agitated.

"Monica, I just remembered I have something to do, so I can’t stay for dinner." Lucy Perry got up, grabbing her purse. "I’m leaving now."

Monica Ford said hurriedly, "Lulu, the bird’s nest soup is almost ready. At least eat before you go."

"I can’t, Monica. I’m going to be late." Lucy Perry left in a hurry.

As the closing door hid Lucy’s retreating figure, Monica Ford’s expression suddenly turned dark and hostile, a thick layer of disgust surfacing in her eyes.

A few seconds later, she said in a harsh tone, "Little bitch. It’s better if you don’t eat!"

Lucy Perry stood outside the door. Hearing the voice from within, she clenched the fists hanging at her sides.

’Monica Ford, I’ve called you sister-in-law for ten years, and only today do I realize I know nothing about the person you truly are.’

When Lucy Perry got home, she stared at Cici, the yellow-margined box turtle in her terrarium, and murmured, "Cici, I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I didn’t trust you and the streamer."

Cici the yellow-margined box turtle bobbed her turtle head in full agreement with her owner’s statement. "As long as you know."

Lucy Perry lay on the floor as if all her strength had drained away.

A moment later, she fumbled for her phone. She meant to send Renee Jennings a private message but accidentally hit the voice call button.

Startled, Lucy Perry shot upright in a single motion.

She fumbled to hang up, only to realize the call had already been answered.

She blinked, uncertain.

’Renee Jennings actually answered?’

A clear, pleasant female voice came through the phone. "Bunny, were you looking for me?"

"Streamer!" Lucy Perry was floored. "I didn’t think you’d answer..."

Renee Jennings chuckled. "I just happened to be on my phone."

Lucy Perry was a little nervous. A pang of guilt hit her as she recalled how rudely she’d hung up during the stream earlier. "I’m sorry. I was a bit impulsive today."

"It’s okay," Renee Jennings said softly. "Everyone gets emotional."

"Actually, I just went to see my sister-in-law."

"And?"

Lucy Perry ran a hand through her hair. "I think what you said might be true."

"Is that so," Renee Jennings’s tone was flat, devoid of emotion. "Did you ask her?"

"I didn’t ask." Lucy Perry still couldn’t bring herself to do it. "But I found a bag in her closet, the same model as mine. I have a feeling her bag isn’t authentic."

Lying lazily on her sofa, Renee Jennings let out a low chuckle. "So you already have the answer in your heart."

"But..." Lucy Perry voiced her inner worries. "I don’t dare to ask her. I don’t have any proof, and I’m afraid she’ll deny it. I’m also afraid no one else will believe me."

On the drive back, Lucy Perry had carefully recalled the details of her interactions with Monica Ford. It seemed Monica was always emphasizing how virtuous, weak, and wronged she was.

Renee Jennings, doing bicycle crunches in the air, said, "If you don’t have evidence, you can create it."

"How?" Lucy Perry asked humbly.

Renee Jennings thought she looked sharp, but didn’t seem all that bright.

"It’s simple," she said slowly. "Didn’t you say that every time you hire a cleaning lady, your sister-in-law volunteers to go and ’supervise’? Just install a hidden camera and record whatever she does."

Hearing this, Lucy Perry’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh, right! Streamer, you’re so smart! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that."

Renee Jennings said, amused, "That’s because your world is too beautiful."

"Thank you," Lucy Perry said with sincere gratitude.

After hanging up, Renee Jennings sat up, grabbed a bag of potato chips from the coffee table, and started eating while thinking about Cici and Mary.

’I wonder if Cici is getting used to things at Richie’s place. Without any friends to play with, will she be lonely?’

Cici was having a great time at Richie’s house.

Richie had gone to a nearby pet store specifically to buy cat treats and toys, and he spent the whole evening playing with Cici.

As it approached ten o’clock at night, Richie got into bed, feeling anxious.

He held Cici and whispered, "Cici, I’m counting on you tonight. You have to help me see who’s been assaulting me every night."

Cici looked at him with her big, round cat eyes, nodded her little cat head emphatically, and even meowed twice. "Don’t worry, leave it to me!"

Although Richie couldn’t understand what she was saying, he felt reassured when he saw her nod.

"How can there be such a great little cat?" Richie rubbed her head, feeling the urge to feed her again.

But this time, Cici didn’t open her mouth for the cat treat. Instead, she shook her head.

Richie asked, puzzled, "What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?"

Cici meowed, "I like it, but I can’t eat anymore! If I eat any more, I’ll get fat!"

"It’s okay, Cici," Mary the Sparrow said from her perch on the windowsill. "You’re not fat. You can eat a little more."

"Really?" Cici blinked her eyes. "If that’s true, then I’ll just have a little bit more!"

"Go on and eat. You can always go on a diet," Mary said, before pecking at a little snack she had brought for herself.

Only then did Cici open her mouth and bite into the little treat that Richie was about to put back in the bag.

Seeing her eat, Richie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her with a gentle gaze. "Cici, you’re so cute."

After Cici finished her treat, Richie turned off the lights and snuggled into bed.

He lay on his side and whispered, "Good night, Cici."

Cici: "Good night, meow~"

Richie quickly fell asleep, while Cici and Mary chatted idly.

After a while, Cici yawned and mumbled, "Sister Mary, I’m suddenly so sleepy. I really want to sleep."

Mary blinked her little eyes. "Why don’t you take a little nap, Cici? I’ll chirp if there’s any movement."

"Okay, thanks, Sister Mary!" Cici lay down next to Richie, buried her little head between her front paws, her cute little ears drooping, and quickly fell into a peaceful slumber.

The room was silent and pitch-black.

The closed bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure crept cautiously inside.

Mary’s eyes instantly flew wide with alarm. She called out in a low voice, "Cici, the human who’s been assaulting Richie is here!"

However, Cici was sleeping so soundly that she didn’t react to Mary’s call at all.

The figure stopped by the bedside and slowly leaned down towards Richie. A flirtatious voice broke the silence of the night. "Roy? Are you asleep?"

Roy Colton was Richie’s real name.

His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing even.

"Heh heh..." A sudden laugh held a hint of smugness. "Roy, you have such a great body. I’m addicted, like I’ve been poisoned."