Chapter 189: Your Fish Might Have Depression

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Your Fish Might Have Depression

After Zion Sutton collapsed, the patrol officers at Serenity Lake immediately called for an ambulance.

"What about the snakes? Should we call animal control to deal with them?" Just as the other officer finished speaking, he saw the snakes swim away in a very organized and disciplined manner.

They made no move to harm anyone else.

The two officers exchanged a look, completely shocked.

’They suddenly had the strange feeling that the snakes had come specifically for the guy in the leather pants.’

The snakes swam back to Renee Jennings, looking for praise.

After soothing them, Renee went to dinner with Michelle Fuller.

It was already past nine in the evening when she got home. Diana Jennings had just taken Zane and Jasmine to their rooms to rest.

Dalton Jenson was in the shower, and only Rhea Dempsey was in the living room watching TV.

Renee Jennings sat on the sofa, her bright eyes looking at her mother as she said with a smile, "Mom, let’s go furniture shopping tomorrow. We can pick out everything for the new house, and then we can move in once we choose an auspicious day."

"Okay!" Rhea Dempsey agreed gleefully. "It’s the weekend, too. The whole family can go."

Meanwhile, Lucy Perry, who had already installed a hidden camera in her home, sent a WeChat message to her sister-in-law, Monica Ford.

Lucy Perry: [Sister-in-law, are you free tomorrow? I’d like to have the housekeeper come over to clean.]

Five minutes later, Monica Ford replied: [Lulu, I’m free. What time tomorrow?]

Lucy Perry: [Tomorrow at 2 PM.]

Monica Ford: [Okay, got it.]

Lucy Perry: [Thanks, Sister-in-law.]

After sending the message, Lucy Perry tossed her phone aside. She hugged her knees, her heart a tangle of complicated emotions.

’Once I get the surveillance footage tomorrow, should I let my brother know about all this?’

「The next afternoon.」

Lucy Perry was at a coffee shop near her home, watching the live feed from the hidden camera in her walk-in closet on her phone.

At 1:50 PM, Monica Ford appeared on the screen, carrying a canvas tote bag that Lucy Perry recognized.

Monica Ford locked the door and pulled the Chanel briefcase out of the bag.

Lucy Perry pressed her lips together as she watched Monica Ford take the authentic briefcase down from the wall shelf and replace it with the one she had brought.

She packed the genuine briefcase back into the canvas tote. The entire process took less than three minutes.

As if nothing had happened, Monica Ford left the room, carrying the canvas tote.

Lucy Perry saved the video clip, her expression grave. She furrowed her brow, deeply conflicted.

On instinct, she sent a message to Renee Jennings.

Renee Jennings didn’t see the message. She was out furniture shopping with her family.

Backed by ample funds, the shopping trip was going exceptionally well; they could afford almost anything they liked.

Rhea Dempsey glanced at her watch and suggested, "We’ve bought just about everything, and it’s getting late. We should head out."

The group was about to leave when they noticed Zane and Jasmine captivated by the ornamental fish in a tank at one of the shops.

Renee Jennings walked up behind them and asked with a smile, "Watching the fish?"

"Auntie, this fish is so special!" Jasmine’s cheerful little voice was full of excitement. "It looks just like the polka dot pants you bought for me!"

Hearing this, Renee readily agreed. "You’re right. No wonder it looked so familiar. It really does look like your polka dot pants."

The middle-aged shop owner standing nearby heard this and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "You two are quite the jokers. This polka dot stingray cost me a fortune. How could it possibly look like a pair of polka dot pants?"

"How much are these polka dot pants?" Dalton Jenson asked. Meeting the shop owner’s slightly displeased gaze, he quickly added, "Sorry, I spoke too soon. Is this polka dot stingray very expensive?"

"I’m afraid the price will give you a heart attack," the shop owner said with a proud look. "I bought it for 700,000."

Dalton Jenson was a little surprised, but not to the point of having a heart attack. "Your furniture business must be very profitable, spending so much on a pair of polka dot pants."

"You..." The shop owner’s face flushed with annoyance. "What do you know? A Feng Shui master told me to get this. It’s supposed to attract wealth for us."

Renee Jennings looked at her and calmly pointed out, "Your fish is having suicidal thoughts."

A melancholic voice was coming from the freshwater polka dot stingray in the tank.

’I’m so bored. Life is meaningless. I might as well just die!’

’I don’t want to live anymore! A fish’s life is so dull!’

"..."

"Huh?" After her initial surprise, the shop owner looked amused. "Young lady, what kind of joke is that? How could a fish possibly commit suicide?"

"Haven’t you noticed it’s on a hunger strike?" Renee Jennings lifted her chin slightly. "It’s barely eaten any of the food you’ve given it."

Hearing this, the shop owner’s brow furrowed.

She thought back on the freshwater polka dot stingray’s eating habits over the past few days and retorted, "Couldn’t that just be because it doesn’t like the food? The young woman who works at the shop told me it ate just fine yesterday!"

"Is that so?" Renee’s tone was soft and calm. "If you’re going to spend 700,000 on a fish, you should pay closer attention to it. Your fish might be suffering from depression."

"What?" The shop owner was astonished. "You’re saying a fish has depression? How is that possible!"

A number of people nearby heard the commotion and gathered around, curious.

"A fish can get depressed?"

"What’s going on over here? What are they arguing about?"

"That’s right." Renee Jennings met the shop owner’s gaze and nodded serenely. "I suggest you take this problem seriously."

Jasmine tilted her little head back and asked worriedly, "Auntie, are you saying the fish is sick?"

"Yes," Renee said, stroking the little one’s hair. "The polka dot stingray is sick."

"Then what do we do?" Jasmine’s little brow crinkled with unease.

The shop owner didn’t believe a word Renee Jennings said, thinking she was just trying to humor the child. "Alright, that’s enough. You can fool a kid with that story, but I’m not buying it."

"You should believe her." Zane’s childish voice, full of seriousness, suddenly piped up. "Ma’am, you have to believe what my aunt says. It’s true, she’s not just fooling a kid."

"That’s enough," the shop owner said, her expression turning sour. If it weren’t for how good-looking the family was, she would have thrown them out for saying such things.

Renee Jennings’s expression was calm, her tone indifferent. "I’ve said what I needed to say. Whether you believe me or not is up to you."

With that, she took Zane and Jasmine by the hand.

After they left, the shop owner grabbed a cloth and wiped the handprints off the fish tank, feeling like she’d had a bout of bad luck.

’Coming here out of the blue and saying her fish had depression.’

’How annoying.’

Just then, the owner of the neighboring shop suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now! That young woman just now was Renee Jennings!"

Hearing this, the shop owner asked doubtfully, "Who’s that?"

"The animal streamer!" the neighbor said, looking astonished. "You haven’t come across her online? She can understand what animals are saying! She probably warned you because she actually heard your fish saying it wanted to kill itself. You’re so lucky!"

"Are you kidding me?" The shop owner scoffed, completely unconvinced. "How could anyone possibly understand what animals are saying? It’s all a scam, most likely. You’re usually so sharp, how could you be fooled by this kind of stuff you see online?"

"You..." The neighbor was speechless. "Fine, believe what you want. It’s not my 700,000-dollar fish, anyway."