Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 68: The Hidden Threat

Nancy noticed their expressions and couldn't help but chuckle.

Once the two little squirrels realized they had gone viral and that crowds of people were coming specifically to see them, they immediately developed a sense of superiority complex They were now pestering Nancy to teach them the latest viral finger dances trending online.

"Squeak! This move!"

The younger squirrel suddenly hopped up in excitement, trying to mimic the arm-swinging motion from the video. In his enthusiasm, his back paws slipped, and he nearly tumbled off the phone stand.

"Idiot."

The older squirrel shot him a look of pure disdain. However, he still reached out a tiny paw to steady his sibling before standing up straight with a serious expression. He began swaying his front paws in perfect sync with the influencer on the screen, his freshly groomed, fluffy tail swishing rhythmically to the beat.

Nancy burst into laughter. The Tabby tilted his head, a flash of judgment in his golden eyes. "Immature..."

The younger squirrel put his paws on his hips. "What do you know? We need to perfect our routine so we can give our fans the best service! That way, more people will come and bring me more food. I need to thank them obviously!"

Nancy let out a surprised laugh. Where on earth did the little guy learn show business terms like "fan service"? These two brothers were far too trendy!

"From now on, you two are the fashion icons and star mentors of Loren Zoo!"

The atmosphere in the clinic was warm and cheerful, but the lighthearted moment was abruptly cut short by the sharp ringing of a phone. The older squirrel quickly scooped up the device and handed it to Nancy.

Nancy answered, and a slightly familiar female voice came through the line.

"Hello, is this Miss Nancy?" The woman sounded frantic. "This is Stella."

"I heard you offer online consultations for animals. Do you take emergency cases right now?"

Nancy was stunned. Even though she didn't follow the entertainment industry closely, everyone knew Stella. She was a top-tier idol with thirty million followers, known for her incredible singing and dancing. Every song she released became an instant sensation.

Nancy did her best to remain professional. "Yes, I do. Please add me on WhatsApp so we can start a video call and I can check on your little one."

The two connected quickly. As soon as the request was accepted, Stella placed a video call. It was obvious she was panicking. On the screen, Stella was cradling an Angora rabbit. The rabbit’s body was trembling violently, and it was making sharp "pfft-pfft" sounds from its nose while trying to nip at Stella's fingers.

"Doctor Nancy, I just got home and found my rabbit shaking like this," Stella said, her voice cracking with tears. "And he keeps biting my ankles, won't let me go to the closet to change..."

"Wait!" Nancy interrupted, raising a finger to her lips to signal for silence.

A rabbit making "pfft" sounds usually signifies extreme dissatisfaction or a warning. But Nancy could hear exactly what the Angora was saying.

"Ma'am, there’s someone hiding in the walk-in closet! Don't enter the closet! Run!"

Seeing Nancy’s expression turn deathly serious, Stella froze. She didn't dare make a sound, her eyes wide with confusion as she stared at Nancy through the screen. Nancy didn't dare speak out loud for fear of alerting the intruder. She quickly typed a message and sent it to Stella.

"Someone is hiding in your closet. Run!"

"Don't make a scene. Act like nothing is wrong."

Stella’s pupils contracted as she read the text. She immediately backed away several steps, clutching the rabbit to her chest as she edged toward the door. Nancy provided cover, raising her voice to mask the sound of Stella’s movement.

"Pick up the rabbit and part the fur. I need to check the abdomen..." Nancy spoke loudly, using medical jargon to drown out the sound of Stella's footsteps and the clicking of the door. "I'm checking for any swelling in the inguinal lymph nodes. No signs of erythema or subcutaneous hemorrhaging..."

On the other side of the call, Stella’s fingers slowly gripped the door handle, her knuckles white from the strain. She held her breath and pressed down with the lightest touch possible.

Click.

The tiny sound felt like a gunshot in the dead silence. Stella’s heart hammered. She yanked the handle—once, twice, three times—but the door wouldn't budge!

Cold sweat poured down her forehead. Realizing she was trapped, Stella slid down the door frame until she was sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the cold wood. Her trembling fingers flew across the screen.

"Help! The door won't open!"

Nancy’s heart sank. The lock had been tampered with. She took a deep breath, her own pulse racing. She quickly texted back:

"Stay calm. Send me your address right now."

Stella sent her location and floor number immediately. She lived in a high-end luxury flat in the center of Townsville—a safe area, but currently a cage.