Chapter 459
Eight weeks pregnant, and with twins.
Penelope was stunned speechless. She was actually pregnant.
The same woman doctors had said would likely never conceive was pregnant now, of all times.
Penelope lay back on the bed, unsure whether to be happy or to curse fate for playing such a cruel trick on her.
Her mind was a mess. She needed time to process, so she instructed the doctor not to tell anyone about her pregnancy, not even Theodore.
“Penelope! Come out! I’m going to kill you! I’ll kill you and avenge my daughter!”
A sudden commotion erupted outside. Penelope frowned and walked to the door of her room, only to see Mrs. Stapleton in a hospital gown, her head wrapped in bandages, searching for her room by room.
“Where are you! I’m going to kill you! Where are you!”
She was clearly more unhinged, completely out of her mind.
Doctors and nurses tried to stop her, but she shoved them away.
“Get away! All of you, get away!”
Just then, she spotted Penelope standing in the doorway. Her expression hardened, and she charged forward.
“Penelope!”
Penelope’s brow furrowed as she watched the crazed Mrs. Stapleton, unsure what to feel. Resentment? The woman was insane; her hatred would be meaningless to a madwoman.
Fortunately, Theodore and Carson rushed over and restrained Mrs. Stapleton, who didn’t even seem to recognize them.
“Let go of me! You won’t kill me! You demons!”
She thrashed about, swinging her
fists wildly. Carson couldn’t dodge in time and was hit several times and kicked once. Theodore, tall and strong enough, managed to get her under control.
Mrs. Stapleton stared at Penelope, who was just a few feet away, and roared in frustration, “Why didn’t kill you! How are you still alive! Give me back my daughter, give her back to met”
Theodore could barely look at Penelope as he forcefully dragged Mrs. Stapleton away.
After a long moment, the sound of her curses finally faded down the hall. Carson walked up to Penelope, his face filled with guilt. He opened his mouth to speak several times but could only manage a single, “I’m sorry.”
“I was just thinking about something,” Penelope said, surprisingly calm now.
Carson looked up and saw Penelope staring at him, her eyes sharp and clear.
“When you say you’re sorry, do you really feel sorry for me? Do you truly believe I didn’t kill Lorraine, that her death had nothing to do with me at all?”
Carson was suddenly speechless. Did he really believe Penelope was innocent?
Penelope shook her head and
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smiled wryly. “You say Lorraine’s death was an accident and that no one was at fault, but you can’t accept that she died for no rea You’re looking for someone blame. The fact that you came to me proves my point. Then you had me marry Theodore, talking about finding closure, but it was just a way to drag me into this abyss with you, to give your hatred a place to land.”
“That’s not what I was thinking,” Carson tried to explain, but his words felt hollow.
“It’s just like Theodore. He despises the Bishops and resents you because he can’t accept that his sister is just gone. He needs someone to be responsible for her death, too.”
And now that she was part of this tragedy, was it really possible that Theodore felt not a single shred of resentment or hatred toward her?
“Penelope, Theodore absolutely doesn’t resent you, not one bit. He…..”
In his haste, Carson suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the floor.
Penelope gasped. “Mr. Johnson!”