Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 175: The Legacy Of Tammy

Simon paused for a moment. "In the official report, he was on his way home when he was struck by a dump truck that couldn't brake in time... all because he moved to save a young boy who had run into traffic. He died instantly."

"Was the child saved?" Nancy asked softly.

"He was saved, only suffering minor injuries. But Dad never woke up." Simon's voice carried a suppressed emotion. "Because he wasn't technically on duty when it happened, he... he wasn't eventually officially designated as a martyr."

Nancy's heart sank, feeling as though it were being squeezed by a dull, aching pain.

Simon raised a hand, his warm palm gently stroking the top of her head. His voice was low and tender. "Dad... he lived with so much guilt."

He took a breath, as if needing strength to continue the heavy memory. "When Mom gave birth to you, Dad was in another city on a critical assignment and couldn't get away. At that exact time, I fell seriously ill, and the household was in total chaos. You and Ginnie were accidentally swapped in that mess. That mistake lasted for over a decade."

His voice was thick with a weight he couldn't let go of. "I only recently found out how much you suffered in the Summers family. I'm sorry, Nancy..."

Nancy shook her head vigorously, her eyes red but her face determined as she forced a smile. "Don't say that. You were just a child yourself back then—only four years older than me."

She leaned in closer. "Besides, look at us now. Aren't we together and doing well?"

"The Captain even said everyone at the station calls us the 'Police Twins'!"

Looking into his sister's bright eyes, the hardness in Simon's heart softened. He finally allowed his lips to curve upward into a slight smile and nodded solemnly. "Yes!"

After visiting their father, a faint sense of melancholy lingered in Nancy's heart. Sensing her low spirits, Simon made a soft suggestion. "Mom left some manuscripts in a bank safety deposit box. Let's go take a look together; perhaps it's time they were handed over to you."

They went to the bank together.

Inside the solemn vault, Simon brought out a well-preserved wooden box containing the manuscripts left behind by their mother, Tammy. Nancy put on white gloves and carefully accepted the slightly yellowed pages.

After flipping through just a few pages, her breath hitched. The manuscripts contained hand-drawn illustrations—animal skeletons and cellular diagrams. The text was arranged strangely, interspersed with many obscure symbols.

Nancy quickly recognized it: this was a rare script called Loranbu, originating from a tribe in the foothills. Years ago, while working with an international animal rescue organization at the border, she had seen locals using this writing.

What shocked Nancy even more was that this wasn't the first time she had seen this style of manuscript or brushwork.

While she was living with the wealthy Summers family, her foster father, Chandler, had once brought out several similar fragments and asked her to try translating them. At the time, Chandler claimed they were scientific manuscripts passed down through the family, recording notes on early vaccine prototypes. He also claimed that the older generation of the Summers family were among the first veterinarians in Dracovia.

Back then, Nancy had believed him without question. She had worked diligently, contacting friends she knew in Nepal to help translate the research notes, while simultaneously teaching herself the niche Loranbu language.

Based on the contents of those notes and combined with her own knowledge, Nancy had compiled the vaccine data. That very data became the foundation for the Summers family's "Claw Shield" vaccine!

Now, comparing the two, Tammy's manuscripts and the Summers family's so-called "ancestral secret notes" clearly belonged to the same collection!

Nancy looked up, her voice trembling with disbelief and suspicion. "...I've seen this manuscript before, at the Summers family home. About two years ago, they brought it out for me to try and identify..."

Simon snapped his head up, his eyes flashing with shock and confusion. "What? But Mom... Mom and the Townsville Summers family shouldn't have any connection at all."

Nancy suddenly remembered something and asked urgently, "What about... Ginnie?" Has she seen these manuscripts?"

Simon's heart tightened, and he shook his head with certainty. "No, she hasn't."

"Ginnie was never particularly interested in our parents' past." I never mentioned the existence of these manuscripts to her."

Ginnie had become increasingly rebellious as she grew older. Every time she spoke to Simon, it was to ask for money or to mock him for not being able to make a fortune. It was hard enough for Simon to even have a proper conversation with her, so he had never brought up the manuscripts.

At that moment, a vague but heavy outline of the mother she had never met, Tammy, finally formed in Nancy's mind: a brilliant veterinarian and biological researcher.

Perhaps she had an unknown connection with the Summers family—and had been deeply tormented by mental illness.