Chapter 560: Her Husband Is Your Husband

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Her Husband Is Your Husband

Leo’s words made Renee Jennings’s brows furrow.

’Fanny, stealing her employer’s husband...’

’Fanny seems so simple and honest. Would she really do something like that?’

Renee Jennings didn’t voice this thought. Instead, she continued communicating with Leo.

"So what’s going on? Can you tell me the details? If you do a good job, I’ll give you a treat as a reward."

Leo’s dark brown eyes suddenly lit up. He barked excitedly, "WOOF WOOF WOOF~ I want beef jerky!"

"Deal," said Renee Jennings.

Leo: "WOOF WOOF WOOF! My owner always says, ’Fanny is just a useless country woman, and a damn stutterer at that. What makes her deserve such a great husband?’"

’Huh?’

’That sounds even stranger,’ Renee Jennings thought.

’Who is stealing whose husband, exactly?’

Leo continued barking, "My owner says, ’Sooner or later, I’m going to make you a husband that belongs only to me!’"

Renee Jennings understood now.

It wasn’t Fanny stealing Miss Donovan’s husband. It was Fanny’s husband cheating on her with Miss Donovan.

Remembering that Fanny had said her husband helped her find this job, Renee Jennings thought the man was a real bastard. How could he make his own wife work as a nanny for his Number Three?

"Fanny, is Miss Donovan married?" Renee Jennings asked.

Fanny said, "Ma-married."

"Have you met her husband, then?"

"No."

[Why is the streamer suddenly asking about this? Does it have something to do with Miss Donovan’s husband?]

[What’s going on? I’m so curious!]

Renee Jennings pursed her lips and said softly, "I need to ask a few more questions. Everyone, please wait a moment."

She looked at the Shiba Inu on the split screen. "Leo, was it your owner who specifically requested Fanny to come work here?"

"WOOF WOOF WOOF!" Leo answered enthusiastically. "There used to be another nanny at home, but she quit, and then..."

Miss Donovan sat on Fanny’s husband’s lap, whining coquettishly, "Without a nanny in the house, I have to do everything myself. It’s made my hands all rough."

"Where are they rough?" Fanny’s husband squeezed the woman’s hand, amused. "They still feel silky smooth to me."

"Compared to that stuttering hag you have at home, of course they’re smooth," Miss Donovan pouted. "Honey, when are you finally going to divorce her?"

Fanny’s husband sighed. "I can’t divorce her just yet. This is a critical time for my promotion. I can’t have any negative rumors spreading, or all my previous efforts will be wasted."

"Then what about me?" Miss Donovan complained in a delicate voice. "Am I supposed to just keep following you like this, with no official status?"

"I know this is hard on you." Fanny’s husband soothed her for a bit, then changed the subject. "Go pick a nanny from a housekeeping agency. I’ll pay her salary."

"Why go to an agency to pick one?" Miss Donovan said in a soft, cloying tone. "Honey, don’t you have a ready-made one at home?"

Fanny’s husband was stunned for a moment. "You want her to be your nanny?"

"Can’t I?" Miss Donovan’s finger traced circles on the man’s chest. "Honey, don’t you think it would be thrilling? She works for me during the day, and you sleep here with me at night, in the bed she made for us..."

Fanny’s husband’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times. He actually found the idea had a certain appeal. "Fine, I’ll arrange it."

"And that’s how it happened," Leo finished.

An indescribable expression washed over Renee Jennings’s face.

’Fanny is so unlucky to have a husband like that.’

[Is that it? Is Leo done talking?]

[Ms. Jennings, hurry up and translate for us!]

[Is there a problem with the employer’s husband? Is he into Fanny?]

[Huh? If the employer’s husband is into Fanny, shouldn’t the employer be happy to let Fanny quit? Why won’t she agree?]

Fanny, squatting to the side, saw these comments and quickly said, "I’m in-innocent. I’ve ne-never even m-met the employer’s hus-husband."

The audience let their imaginations run wild and started guessing.

[That’s even weirder! Why on earth would the employer do this?]

[Could it be that Fanny unintentionally offended the employer, and the employer is holding a grudge?]

[Giving Fanny such a hard time... she must have really gotten on her bad side.]

Renee Jennings pursed her lips and said softly, "Fanny, this isn’t a small matter. You might need to brace yourself."

Fanny moved her phone, turning the camera back to her own face, and nodded. "Okay, I’m re-ready."

Renee Jennings looked at the plain face on the split screen and slowly began to speak. "The truth is... Miss Donovan’s husband is your husband."

Fanny’s expression froze instantly.

[HUH???]

[What the hell? The same husband?]

[That’s a line I never thought I’d hear. I was so shocked I dropped my spicy chips!]

[Is it bigamy or cheating?]

[Who’s the Number Three and who’s the original wife?]

The audience’s comments flooded the screen one after another.

Fanny finally snapped out of her shock.

Staring at the phone screen with red-rimmed eyes, she felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, making it hard to breathe.

A moment later, Fanny raised a hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly as suppressed sobs escaped her throat.

Renee Jennings couldn’t bear to watch.

[Isn’t it obvious who the Number Three and the original wife are? Who would be willing to make their Number Three work as a nanny for the original wife, just to be tormented by her?]

[Damn, if that’s the case, Fanny’s husband is a real scumbag. So disgusting!]

[I’m speechless. Humiliating his own wife like this?]

"Fanny, are you okay?" Renee Jennings asked her cautiously.

Fanny sniffled, hastily wiped the tears from her face, and spoke with a thick, nasal voice, "Ms. Jennings, wh-why did my hus-husband make-make me come here? D-do you know?"

"I do. Leo told me everything." Renee Jennings repeated Leo’s words without omitting a single detail.

’It was cruel for Fanny to hear this—like death by a thousand cuts,’ Renee thought. ’But if I kept it from her, how could she ever see the truth and choose the right path for herself?’

[That goddamn son of a bitch! He’s absolutely vile!]

[Miss Donovan is no saint either. There are thousands of men in the world. Why did she have to pick Fanny’s husband?]

[Miss Donovan is disgusting too, actually demanding that the man’s wife come and slave away for her!]

[In the end, the man is even more disgusting. If he hadn’t cheated and hadn’t agreed to it, Fanny wouldn’t have to be tormented by the Number Three!]

The audience was furious, all speaking out against the injustice done to Fanny.

Fanny broke down in tears once more.

But this time, she pulled herself together quickly.

Fanny wiped away her tears and looked at Renee Jennings pleadingly, her voice filled with helplessness. "Ms. Jennings, wh-what should I do?"

"Fanny, do you want a divorce?" Renee Jennings asked gently.

Fanny nodded solemnly. "A divorce! I de-definitely want a divorce!"

For the past few months, she had been working at Miss Donovan’s house, enduring endless harassment and humiliation.

She wanted to quit, but that heartless bastard of a man told her that Miss Donovan knew his boss and could help his career, so he told her to keep Miss Donovan happy.