Chapter 275: Yvonne Morgan’s Deeply Scheming Side
Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Yvonne Morgan’s Deeply Scheming Side
After hanging up the phone, Renee Jennings immediately looked up Lynfell Wildlife Park’s video channel on her phone. The latest update was a video of Sol and Petunia’s lovey-dovey daily life.
She sat cross-legged on the ground, and eight large heads immediately leaned in, surrounding her like a dark cloud.
On the screen, Sol was constantly trotting after Petunia, begging for cuddles.
Sometimes, Petunia would get annoyed by his pestering and snap at him.
Sol would instantly be so terrified his whole body would jolt, and he’d say pitifully, "My love, please don’t be mean to your tiger. I only want to cuddle because I like you so much."
"Holy cow!" Niner’s eyes went wide in disbelief. "Sol is that much of a wimp?"
Rory was also shocked. "That’s not right. I don’t remember Sol being like this!"
"Sol never used to talk like that," Carter chimed in. "He sounds like a female!"
Fero said with disgust, "He has absolutely no masculine pride!"
"I know, right..."
The pack of inexperienced bachelors were all baffled by the change in Sol.
"I guess all males are like this when they’re in love," Renee Jennings chuckled. "It’s not a lack of masculine pride; it’s doting on his wife."
Rory scoffed. "Getting a wife turns you into that? In that case, this tiger doesn’t want a wife!"
"Me neither!" Fero quickly agreed. "There’s no benefit at all to having a wife!"
"What on earth was Sol thinking..."
Listening to the tiger brothers, Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow. "How about I record this and post it online? Then if any of you go back on your word and get a wife, I’ll just play this video back for him."
The tigers all eagerly agreed.
Renee Jennings recorded a video of each of them, edited their "bold declarations" into captions, and uploaded all eight videos in one go.
She looked up. The sky had shed its azure garment, and vast swathes of clouds were dyed a passionate red by the sunset. Twilight spread slowly from the distant horizon like a gentle, silken veil.
The once-bustling viewing platform was now nearly empty, with only a handful of people remaining.
It was closing time, and the park’s security guards were clearing the grounds, using megaphones to urge the remaining visitors to exit in an orderly manner.
Renee Jennings said goodbye to the tiger brothers as well. As she was driving away, the system’s voice suddenly rang out in her mind.
[System 009: Congratulations on completing the hidden mission: Help the Male Lion. Reward: 50 points, 500,000 cash.]
Renee Jennings’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Joy blossomed on her face, and her gaze grew hot with excitement.
* * *
The atmosphere in the Morgan family home was heavy. For the past week, Aria Sinclair had been like a lost soul. Even the gourmet delicacies laid out before her failed to pique her appetite, and she had grown much thinner.
"Mom, please don’t be like this. I’m so worried about you," Yvonne Morgan said, holding the woman’s hand. Though her words were full of concern, her heart was filled with disdain and loathing.
"I’m fine." Aria Sinclair shook her head, her voice frail and weak, her furrowed brow etched with sorrow. "Don’t worry about me."
Yvonne Morgan’s eyes welled with shimmering tears as she choked out, "You’re the mother I love most. How could I possibly not worry?"
"Silly child, I’m really fine," Aria Sinclair said, her tone weary. "You’re busy, you don’t have to worry about me."
"I’m not busy. You’re what’s most important, Mom." Yvonne Morgan played the part of the perfect, filial daughter.
’You old hag. If Renee Jennings hadn’t died, I’d have never known you cared so much about your own flesh and blood!’
’So disgusting. So hypocritical!’
Aria Sinclair raised a hand to her forehead, truly lacking the energy to respond to her daughter’s concern. "Yvonne, I want to sleep for a while."
"Okay." Yvonne Morgan quickly helped her back to her room. "Don’t be afraid, Mom. I’ll stay right here and watch over you."
Aria Sinclair opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing and gently closed her eyes.
Yvonne Morgan stared at her, and the look of concern in her eyes was instantly replaced by annoyance.
’In my last life, the Morgan family obviously despised Renee Jennings. So why, now that I’m living it over, does this family care so much about her?’
’I remember Renee Jennings lived to be twenty-five in my last life, but this time she died before even turning twenty-four.’
’Could it be that because she died early this time—before she was brought back to the Morgan family—they never got to see how stupid and ignorant she was, and that’s why they’re pitying her now that she’s dead?’
Yvonne Morgan’s brow was tightly furrowed, her expression as if weighed down by a thousand worries, but her eyes glinted with deep calculation.
Aria Sinclair happened to catch a glimpse of this expression and was so startled that she quickly shut her eyes.
’Did I just see that wrong?’
’My Yvonne has always been so innocent, kind, and sweet. How could she have such a cunning, manipulative side?’
Aria Sinclair opened her eyes again, only to find that Yvonne Morgan still had that same expression on her face.
’What is she thinking about?’
Yvonne Morgan was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Aria Sinclair watching her.
"Yvonne," Aria Sinclair called out, a sense of unease in her voice.
Yvonne Morgan immediately snapped out of her thoughts, her face shifting back to an expression of concern. "I’m here, Mom. What is it?"
"It’s nothing. I was just worried you’d get tired sitting here," Aria Sinclair explained. "You should go rest, too. I don’t need anyone watching over me."
Yvonne Morgan also felt uncomfortable just sitting there, so she feigned agreement. "In that case, Mom, I’ll just wait downstairs. Just call if you need anything."
"Okay." Aria Sinclair gave a slight nod.
Yvonne Morgan got up and left. Just as she closed the door behind her, she saw Vincent Morgan striding up the stairs.
"Vincent, you’re here," she called out sweetly. "Mom just lay down. I’m so worried about her."
A far cry from his listlessness and gloom of the past few days, Vincent Morgan looked radiant, a smile playing in his handsome eyes. "Yvonne, don’t worry. Mom will be feeling better very soon."
"Really?" A delighted expression appeared on Yvonne Morgan’s face, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Vincent, have you thought of a way to cheer Mom up?"
"Not exactly." Vincent Morgan reached out, took her by the wrist, and chuckled. "Let’s go inside. I’ll tell you and Mom the good news together."
"Good news?" A flicker of doubt crossed Yvonne Morgan’s eyes. "What kind of good news?"
"You’ll find out in a second." Vincent Morgan knocked on Aria Sinclair’s door but received no answer.
Inside, Aria Sinclair lay exhausted on the bed. The expression Yvonne Morgan had been wearing a moment ago kept flashing in her mind—that look in her eyes, that demeanor... it was so unfamiliar that it made her panic.
Thinking it was Yvonne Morgan knocking, she decided not to answer.
"Vincent, I think Mom’s asleep," Yvonne Morgan said, shaking his arm and wheedling, "What’s the good news? Can’t you tell me first?"
A faint sense of unease prickled at her.
"Just be patient." Vincent Morgan knocked again and raised his voice. "Mom, it’s Vincent."
Aria Sinclair vaguely heard her son’s voice. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she called out, "Come in."
Yvonne Morgan’s eyes flickered, and she murmured, "And here I thought Mom was actually asleep."
"She has too much on her mind. I doubt she could sleep," Vincent Morgan said, opening the door.