Chapter 561: Chapter 561: You Really Misunderstood Your Boyfriend

Of course, Fanny wanted her husband to succeed, so she endured the grueling work at Miss Donovan’s house.

She had connected to Renee Jennings’s livestream to find out what had made Miss Donovan unhappy so she could make the necessary improvements or apologies.

But Fanny had never imagined that Miss Donovan was her husband’s Number Three!

That bastard had sent her to take care of his Number Three. Wasn’t he afraid of divine retribution?

Hearing Fanny’s response, Renee Jennings and the viewers in the livestream all breathed a sigh of relief.

[That’s great, Fanny’s thinking clearly!]

[Exactly! You have to kick a scumbag like that to the curb!]

[I’m a divorce lawyer. If you need help, contact me. It’s free!]

[I’m also a divorce lawyer, and I’m willing to help for free too. I’ve seriously never encountered anything this outrageous—making your own wife work as a nanny for the woman you’re cheating with!]

Renee Jennings thought for a few seconds before asking softly, "Fanny, do you have any children?"

Fanny nodded quickly. "Yes, I do. I have children."

"Are they closer to you or to your husband?"

"Me." Fanny patted her chest. "Their fa-father is busy."

"How old are the children?"

"My son is seven-teen, and my dau-daughter is four-teen."

"They’re both minors." Renee Jennings frowned slightly and said slowly, "Fanny, there are a few divorce lawyers in the stream who want to help you for free. They’re very experienced and can give you better, more useful advice. Are you willing to accept their help?"

"I’m will-ing." Fanny’s expression was firm. "It doesn’t have to be fr-free. I’ll fight for my sh-share of the assets, so I can p-pay."

Hearing this, a hint of a smile touched Renee Jennings’s eyes. "Alright. To the kind lawyers in the stream, could you please send Fanny a private message?"

[No problem!]

[Okay, I just sent Fanny a PM.]

[Have Fanny add you all and start a group chat. You can all discuss it together.]

[If I’m not mistaken, these kind lawyers are all women!]

[Yep, I’m a woman.]

[Me too, an older, single gal.]

[Always believe in the power of women~]

At that moment, Fanny felt none of the resentment or panic from the betrayal. Watching the comments scroll by, she only felt reassured and warm.

A smile appeared on her face as she said slowly, "Thank you, Ms. Jennings. Thank you, everyone."

After speaking, she bowed to the camera. "Goodbye."

Fanny waved, ended the call, and used the last two hundred-plus yuan on her bank card to buy credits on the streaming platform.

Special effects soon bloomed across the screen: the Angel Wings and paper cranes sent by Fanny.

"Thank you for the gifts, Fanny." Renee Jennings’s lips curved into a smile. "Now, let’s connect with our next viewer."

By now, there were eighty thousand people watching the stream.

The second person to connect to the stream was a user named "Reina Vance."

In the split screen, a girl with her hair in a bun was crying her eyes out. The moment she realized she had successfully connected, her crying came to an abrupt halt. She blinked her tear-soaked eyes, staring at the screen in surprise.

"Di-did it connect to me?"

"Yes, Rain," Renee Jennings said gently. "It connected to you. Can you tell me why you’re so upset?"

Reina Vance quickly grabbed a few tissues to wipe the tears from her face, pressing her lips together in embarrassment. "Hello, streamer. I was crying because something happened."

"Mm, can you tell me what it was?"

"Yes, that’s actually why I wanted to connect with you—to figure things out." Reina Vance nodded, sniffled, and said in a stuffy voice, "I suspect my fiancé is cheating on me."

[Another cheater?]

[Ugh, these damn bastards! Why do they have to ruin good women?]

[So angry! Break up with him!]

[Break up. The next one will be better.]

Seeing the comments telling her to break up, Reina Vance said awkwardly, "Right now it’s just a suspicion. I’m not sure if I’m just being paranoid."

"Why do you have this suspicion?" Renee Jennings asked softly.

"Because I found a press-on nail in our apartment a few days ago," Reina Vance explained. "I never wear them, so it must belong to another woman."

"I see." Renee Jennings gave a slight nod, her voice calm. "Then how are you hoping I can help?"

"We have a Pomeranian," Reina Vance said. "My fiancé is usually the one who takes him out, but he’s always gone for a rather long time..."

[He must be meeting up with a Number Three!]

[Using a dog walk as an excuse to do shady stuff. I’m speechless.]

[Not sure if there’s a plot twist coming. I’ll just watch for now.]

Renee Jennings: "You want me to ask the Pomeranian what your fiancé does when he takes him out, is that right?"

"Yes." Reina Vance nodded. "Also, my days off are different from my fiancé’s. I want to know if he’s been bringing girls home when I’m not around. Otherwise, there’s no way a press-on nail would have shown up in our apartment."

Renee Jennings: "Have you talked about this with your fiancé?"

Reina Vance: "I have. He said he has no idea why something like that would be in the apartment and told me to stop being so paranoid all the time. We just had a huge fight about it right before this."

That explained why she had been crying so wretchedly when the call connected.

"I understand," Renee Jennings said softly. "But what if it turns out you’ve misunderstood your fiancé? What will you do then?"

Reina Vance hesitated. "I... I’ll apologize to him and ask for his forgiveness."

"Okay," Renee Jennings said. "Call the Pomeranian over."

Reina Vance turned, and a fluffy white ball appeared in her arms. "His name is Mantou."

"Hello, Mantou." Renee Jennings spoke in a slow, gentle tone. "Your owners were just fighting, weren’t they?"

"WOOF? Why are you asking about that?" Mantou seemed to be a wary little dog.

Renee Jennings smiled. "Didn’t you hear? Your owner asked me to."

"WOOF WOOF!" Mantou glanced at Reina Vance, a look of disdain crossing his fluffy face. "Rain is always so paranoid."

Renee Jennings: "..."

’What is happening now?’

"Mantou, what do you two do for fun when your male owner takes you downstairs?"

"WOOF~ Play on the computer."

"Play on the computer?" Renee Jennings blinked, asking in confusion, "You just watch him play on the computer?"

"WOOF WOOF WOOF!" Mantou shook his head as he explained, "Of course not! I don’t understand that high-tech stuff. I play with my buddies there."

"And where is it that you play?"

"WOOF! The internet cafe!"

Renee Jennings continued asking, "And what does the man of the house do at home on Rain’s days off?"

Mantou: "WOOF! Plays on the computer!"

Renee Jennings: "..."

She pressed her lips together. "Does he play on the computer by himself?"

"WOOF WOOF WOOF~" Mantou said. "Of course he plays by himself! I don’t know how to use a computer. My big brother always says it would be great if I did."

Renee Jennings relayed Mantou’s answers. "Rain, you may have really misunderstood your fiancé."

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