Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 143: The Price Of Ingratitude

The cat trotted a few paces forward, then suddenly stopped and turned back. Its glass-like eyes swept over the officer as if to say, "Well... since you have such discerning taste, I suppose I could be persuaded to help you again sometime."

Nancy translated the Tabby's words for the other officers. Seeing the cat act so haughty after performing such a heroic feat—as if he were merely a king granting a small favor—sent a ripple of laughter through the crowd.

Then, the delicate work of the specialized demolition began.

Forensic experts and technical investigators, fully clad in protective suits, masks, and gloves, entered the scene. Their movements were precise and deliberate, operating on the suspicious concrete wall with the focus of surgeons performing a life-saving procedure.

Using hand-held power hammers, chisels, and fine brushes, the technicians meticulously peeled away the layers of concrete within the marked zones. Every strike was light and calculated, while vacuum units hummed nearby to suck up the rising dust, ensuring that no potential evidence was contaminated or destroyed.

Outside the house, Director Roberts stood rooted to the spot. Watching the "nail house" that had caused him so many sleepless nights finally being dismantled felt like a surreal dream. A problem that had plagued the project team for weeks had been completely resolved by Nancy in a single afternoon.

Even better was the financial outcome. Since the property had been declared a crime scene, the owner had forfeited all legal rights to claim the exorbitant demolition compensation. Not only would the suspects not receive a single penny, but they would also be held liable for the costs of the forensic examination, appraisals, and subsequent site remediation. Compensation for the victims' families would be handled separately by the court.

Consequently, when Nancy emerged from behind the police line cradling Snowball with the Tabby at her side, she was immediately met by Director Roberts' glowing eyes. He rushed forward like a cat that hadn't seen a fish in three days.

"Incredible! Thank you so much!" Roberts exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. "You have done us a monumental favor!"

Seeing the Director’s profound admiration for Nancy, Brendan’s face shifted through several shades of green and blue before he forced a fawning smile and pushed his way forward. "Director Roberts, you might not know this, but I'm actually Nancy’s uncle! I watched this girl grow up. She’s always been brilliant; I knew she’d make something of herself..."

Director Roberts' smile vanished instantly as he shot Brendan a frigid look. "This house is coming down entirely because of Nancy’s hard work. What does that have to do with you being her uncle? Weren't you the one calling for her to be fired earlier?"

"Haha... you have a very sharp memory, sir..." Brendan stammered, his face turning bright red as he struggled to find words. The lackeys behind him looked like they wanted to vanish into the cracks of the earth.

"As for your contract," Roberts continued, his voice turning cold as Brendan’s face went pale, "since your firm failed to complete the negotiation and demolition as agreed, you are in serious breach of contract."

"According to our terms, your final payment and all performance bonuses are officially canceled. We will be hiring a professional team to handle the remaining demolition work."

Brendan panicked. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he abandoned all pretense of dignity. He turned to Nancy with a desperate, pleading smile, his voice dropping three octaves. "Nancy! My dear niece, please, say something to the Director for me! We're family..."

Nancy looked at him quietly, her eyes clear but distant. She asked a single, simple question: "You call yourself my uncle, so let me ask you this."

"Since I was a child, in all the times I needed help, did you ever step up even once?"

Before Brendan could react, Nancy continued, every word hitting him with the weight of his own shame. "Two years ago, when an animal plague broke out at the ranch you were managing, you were as frantic as a hen in a storm. Who was it that stayed up all night to create a quarantine plan? Who spent three straight days giving injections and medicine to those sick animals just to save half your livelihood?"

"Afterward, you didn't even give me a sincere 'thank you.'" Nancy paused, a faint trace of mockery in her voice. "You simply felt it was 'only right' because I was a veterinary student. How can you have the nerve to call yourself my 'uncle' now and ask for my help?"

These words stripped away the last of Brendan’s excuses, pinning him to a pillar of shame for his ingratitude. Turning red with fury, he lowered his voice and hissed a threat. "You little brat! Just you wait! You think you’re so high and mighty? The Summers family will never let you get away with this!"

Nancy suddenly laughed—a sound filled with pity and disdain. "Is that so? Why don't you go ask Jack exactly who is being 'handled' right now?"

Brendan was left speechless, his confidence completely drained. He had failed on every front today, losing both face and fortune. Finally, he gnashed his teeth and gestured to his dejected lackeys, slinking away into the night like a beaten dog.