Chapter 315: The Young Mistress Took It

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: The Young Mistress Took It

Quinn nodded its little head vigorously. "Of course! The nanny is so nice to me—nicer than the mistress and the young miss!"

Upon hearing this, Renee Jennings said gently, "The mistress told me things have been going missing from the house lately. Quinn, have you seen who’s been taking them? Like money, things to put on your face, things to eat, or shiny things you wear on your hand."

Quinn blinked, thinking hard.

’Money?’

’Stuff for her face?’

...

Quinn seemed to recall something. Its eyes suddenly lit up, and it meowed excitedly. "I know! The young miss took all those things, but the mistress thinks the nanny stole them."

"Is that right?" Renee Jennings’s brow furrowed slightly. "Quinn, can you tell me the details?"

As it turned out, Quinn knew everything. It carefully recounted the entire sequence of events.

Renee Jennings pressed her lips together, her gaze toward SizzlingPork taking on an almost imperceptible, probing quality.

SizzlingPork heard Quinn meowing nonstop and pressed, "Streamer, what did my cat say? Did the nanny steal all that missing stuff?"

"Do you think the nanny stole them?" Renee Jennings countered coolly.

SizzlingPork was unconcerned. "Who else could it be? She’s the only outsider in the house. If it wasn’t her, then who?"

Renee Jennings frowned. "I’ve asked Quinn. It said the nanny didn’t steal them."

"Impossible!" SizzlingPork’s tone was ironclad. "It had to be her. She just looks dishonest. Quinn must be talking nonsense."

Hearing this, Quinn meowed indignantly. "I am not talking nonsense! The nanny didn’t steal anything! The young miss did!"

[Animals don’t lie, I believe Quinn!]

[Maybe they just got robbed by a stranger?]

"What makes you say the nanny is dishonest?" Renee Jennings asked.

SizzlingPork replied, "Her family members also work nearby, and sometimes she secretly takes fruit from my fridge to give to them."

"That’s not what happened!" Quinn said anxiously. "That fruit had been in the fridge for a long time, and you said it was full of bacteria and you were scared to eat it! You said you didn’t want it and told the nanny to throw it out. She couldn’t bear to let it go to waste, so she called her family to come get it."

"I understand now," Renee Jennings said, looking at Quinn with a gentle tone.

SizzlingPork’s brow furrowed in displeasure. She threw Quinn from her lap. "You ungrateful, wretched cat! You’re completely useless!"

Upon seeing this, Renee Jennings’s gaze turned sharp and cold. She demanded in a frigid voice, "You thought the fruit that sat in the fridge too long was full of bacteria, so you told the nanny to throw it away. She didn’t. She gave it to her family to eat. How is that stealing?"

SizzlingPork: "..."

She glared at the blue and white cat, saying irritably, "Fine. If the nanny didn’t steal all the missing things from my house, then who did?"

Renee Jennings stated flatly, "Quinn said the young miss took them."

[The young miss? So it was an inside job!]

[That poor nanny, getting blamed for no reason.]

[I can tell just from looking at SizzlingPork she’s not an easy person to deal with. The nanny should find a new job.]

[The way she just threw the cat made my blood boil. That was way out of line!!!]

SizzlingPork saw the bullet comments and flew into a rage. "She’s my cat, and that’s my nanny! I’ll do whatever I want, it’s none of your business!"

[She’s triggered.]

[She’s lashing out from embarrassment.]

[They really need to raise the bar for owning a cat. People with no class shouldn’t be allowed to have them.]

The more SizzlingPork read, the angrier she got. She screamed, "Damn it, who are you calling classless?"

"The things missing from your house have nothing to do with the nanny," Renee Jennings said coldly, ignoring her outburst. "I suggest you ask your own child. And after you get a clear answer, remember to apologize to your nanny."

"My daughter would never steal," SizzlingPork said with conviction. "She isn’t short on cash. If she wants something, she can buy it herself. She has absolutely no reason to steal from home."

"Are you sure?" Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow. Her unadorned face was expressionless, her voice flat. "Isn’t it true that your daughter has asked you for money several times because her allowance isn’t enough?"

SizzlingPork’s brow tightened, her expression souring. "That has happened, yes, but it doesn’t prove my daughter is the thief."

At this, Renee Jennings’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "And you can prove the nanny stole them?"

SizzlingPork: "..."

She opened her mouth but was speechless.

Renee Jennings continued, "Quinn told me that the first few times your daughter asked for money, you gave it to her. But afterward, your husband felt her spending was excessive and refused to increase her allowance. That’s when she started stealing from the house."

"That’s not possible!" SizzlingPork shot back. "My daughter told me she saw the nanny stealing from my bedroom with her own two eyes."

Renee Jennings let out a soft sigh. "Your daughter lied. The reality is that the nanny saw *her* stealing from your bedroom."

[OMG, her daughter’s still a student, right? To steal from home because her allowance ran out, and then frame the nanny for it...]

[Stealing from home today, stealing from her classmates tomorrow.]

[With SizzlingPork’s attitude, it’s no surprise she’d raise a daughter with no integrity.]

[The poor nanny, my heart goes out to her. Hey nanny, why don’t you come work for me instead?]

"You’re lying!" SizzlingPork’s face was livid. "My daughter is a good kid! She would never do something like that!!!"

"I’ve said my piece. Whether you believe it or not is up to you." Renee Jennings finished, then added, "The nanny is innocent. I hope you won’t frame an innocent person."

SizzlingPork clenched her fists, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her chest heaved.

’Was it really not the nanny who stole everything?’

Her mind in a turmoil, SizzlingPork silently disconnected the call.

[So rude...]

[You can’t expect manners from someone like that.]

[Streamer, thank you for speaking up for me.]

[I feel so bad for that nanny.]

One bullet comment caught Renee Jennings’s attention.

She held her finger on the screen and said softly, "Hardworking Zane, is SizzlingPork your employer?"

[Huh? Don’t tell me...]

[The nanny is in the stream?]

[Hardworking Zane? The nanny??]

[Yes, I’m the nanny at SizzlingPork’s house.]

Hardworking Zane was in a narrow, cramped utility room, hugging her knees as she sat on the bottom bunk of a set of bunk beds.

She had been in the stream since the moment Renee Jennings went live.

Lately, valuables had been vanishing from her employer’s home, and Zane knew perfectly well that she was the prime suspect.

One day, she had accidentally stumbled upon her employer’s daughter stealing. The girl had calmly told her that it didn’t matter if she tattled, because no one would ever believe her.

Of course, Zane knew her employer would never suspect her own daughter.

So, when she saw SizzlingPork connect to Renee Jennings’s stream and bring up the thefts, Zane had felt a surge of excitement and hope.

She knew there was finally a chance to clear her name.