Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 56: The Traffic Password

Nancy patted Leon on the shoulder to comfort him. "Don't worry. That three-million-dollar donation we received is more than enough to keep the zoo running for quite a while."

Leon shook his head, looking frustrated. "That’s not what I’m worried about."

He pulled out his phone, his voice thick with indignation. "We’ve become someone else's traffic password to make a quick buck!"

"Lately, a ton of people have been posting 'red flag' warnings about our zoo. They’re claiming we abuse the animals and leave them to suffer without any medical care."

Leon handed the phone to Nancy. "And that’s not even the worst part. These posts are all 'step-and-praise' tactics."

"They trash us just to hype up a brand-new place called Cuties Petting Zoo. They're literally funneling our potential visitors to them."

Nancy took the phone and scrolled through a popular social media app. Her screen was flooded with warning posts, each one garnering hundreds—if not tens of thousands—of likes.

She clicked on the most viral one.

"Red Flag: Avoid Loren Zoo!"

"I came here specifically for that streamer who claims to be a senior animal communicator. Instead, I found the staff using needles to abuse and threaten the animals. I have photos as proof."

The attached photo showed a dimly lit enclosure where a staff member was roughly pinning down a parrot with ruffled feathers. Its wings were twitching in distress.

A long, thin needle was held dangerously close to the bird's eye, its tip glinting coldly.

The parrot’s pupils were constricted, its beak slightly agape as if letting out a silent scream. The staff member's hand was tense, veins bulging, suggesting a violent struggle. Scattered medicine bottles and messy gauze in the background only added to the chaotic, sinister vibe.

The comments below the post were a frenzy of outrage.

"This is horrible! That streamer is probably pocketing all the money herself and ignoring the animals and the staff!"

"The animals are just tools for Nancy to make money. She’s so cold-blooded."

Nancy was speechless. The "abuse" caught on camera was actually a staff member treating the parrot for an eye infection.

If anyone bothered to check the full surveillance footage, they would see the staff member patiently soothing the bird before the procedure. This user had intentionally snapped a three-second clip that looked the most "violent."

Moreover, the photo was taken with deliberate malice—the lighting was poor and the image was blurry, making a standard medical procedure look like some sort of underground cruelty.

Aside from the attacks on Nancy and Loren Zoo, the comment section was filled with glowing recommendations for "Cuties Petting Zoo."

"Instead of going to that dump, you're better off at the new Cuties Petting Zoo place."

"I've been to Cuties Petting Zoo! It’s all indoors so your feet don't get tired, and the animals are adorable. It's the perfect spot for photos."

"The director at Cuties Petting Zoo is so beautiful and kind. Even though she's in a wheelchair from an injury, she still takes care of the animals personally and gives them checkups~"

"Cuties Petting Zoo"... "Wheelchair"...

Nancy’s mind instantly flashed to Ginnie.

Deep in the comments, someone had posted a side-by-side comparison of the two zoos.

The staff at Loren Zoo were framed to look like thugs, and the animals looked sickly. In contrast, the director of Cuties Petting Zoo was pictured in a white dress with silky black hair, sitting in her wheelchair while gently cradling a snow-white arctic fox for an examination.

She looked like a literal angel.

With one look at the photo, Nancy confirmed it: the director of Cuties Petting Zoo was Ginnie!

The comment section was overflowing with people feeling sorry for Ginnie, praising her for working despite her leg injury. Nancy frowned as she looked at it—Ginnie had clearly made back the cost of that prop wheelchair and the leg cast ten times over with this stunt!

Almost every post trashing Loren Zoo featured a swarm of bot accounts in the comments pushing Cuties Petting Zoo.

Nancy did a quick search. Cuties Petting Zoo charged 169 per person for a "Cute Pet Experience Package," which included petting time, a free animal-themed headband, and a lemonade.

On the surface, it looked like a bargain. But in reality, the cost of lemonade was pennies, and the headbands were cheap wholesale trinkets.

Nancy scrutinized the details of Ginnie’s zoo.

The entire place was less than two hundred square meters—roughly the size of two classrooms. The so-called "Forest Zone" was just 3D wallpaper, and the enclosures were so cramped the animals could barely turn around.

Call ducks and lop-eared rabbits were crowded onto a few square meters of plastic turf. Furthermore, the place had still been under renovation two months ago and was already open for business.

Were they literally making the tourists and animals breathe in formaldehyde fumes?

Charging 169 for that environment with a two-hour time limit was a scam. Meanwhile, her fifty-acre forest zoo—a natural oxygen bar with large animals—only charged fifty dollars for a ticket. Where was the justice?!

Wait. Nancy caught a major discrepancy.

The zoo had been under renovation two months ago, and it was already named Cuties Petting Zoo. Back then, Ginnie hadn't even been "reclaimed" by the Summers family yet. Where did she get the money to open an indoor zoo?

Simon had mentioned that Ginnie was always complaining about being broke and had even maxed out his credit cards.

Nancy suddenly realized that both she and Simon had been played for fools by Ginnie.

Nancy handed the phone back to Leon.

"First, we need to release the full surveillance footage of the parrot's treatment."

Leon looked dejected. "We posted it as soon as the abuse rumors started. But there’s no traffic. No one is watching it."