Chapter 453
After a moment of stunned silence, all three members of the Bishop family glared at Penelope, who simply stated in a light tone,
“I didn’t like it.”
Yvonne gritted her teeth. “If you’re going to have a meltdown, do it somewhere else! This is my home! I’m asking you to get out, right now, and never set foot in this house again!”
The threat only made Penelope’s smile widen.
“This door? I can walk through it whenever I please. You, on the other hand, have no right to stop me.”
“Ha! Even though you have Bishop blood, this family will ever acknowledge you. As long as I’m against it, you can forget it!” Yvonne shouted.
“Acknowledge me?” Penelope clicked her tongue. “Is the Bishop family plot six feet deeper than everyone else’s? Why would I want to be acknowledged by you?”
“Then get out!”
“I’m in my own house. Shouldn’t you be the one to leave?”
Yvonne’s fists clenched in rage, but Mrs. Bishop held her back, likely knowing that the three of them together were no match for Penelope.
“Mrs. Stapleton, we don’t want to argue with you. Please leave immediately,” Mrs. Bishop said, adopting the tone of the lady of the house.
Penelope continued to ignore Mrs. Bishop, pointing instead to the second floor. “I want the room on the east side, the one with the terrace and the pool. I won’t be living here, but I want it kept empty for me.”
“Are you completely out of your mind? Why on earth would we keep a room for you in our house!”
Yvonne lunged at Penelope, only to be shoved back with a flick of her wrist.
“You… you’ve gone too far!” Mrs. Bishop cried, rushing to steady her daughter.
“Penelope, have you had enough?!” Hans, who had been standing with a cold expression, as if he couldn’t be bothered to engage, finally lost his composure. “Get out! Get out now!” he roared.
“You’re the ones who should get out!” Penelope roared back.
“Penelope who do you think you are, barging into our home and causing a scene! Do you really think the Bishop family is a pushover? You hoodlum!” Yvonne charged at Penelope again
This was exactly what Penelope had been waiting for. She raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap.
“How dare you hit my daughter! I’ll kill you!”
Mrs. Bishop lunged forward, and Penelope slapped her too.
“You’ve completely lost it! It seems the lesson taught you last time didn’t stick, so I’ll have to teach you again today! As much as I hate to admit it, you do have my family’s blood in you, which gives me every right to discipline you!” Hans said, pulling off his leather belt?
This time, Penelope wasn’t going let him get away with it. The moment the belt was free, she snatched it from his hand and, with added force whipped it back at him.
The belt cracked through the air.
All three Bishops were stunned.
This was beyond arrogant, beyond outrageous. Penelope had stormed into their home alone, wrecked the place, assaulted them, and now she had dared to strike Hans.
Setting aside the fact that he was her elder, he was a prominent figure in Orenth. No one would dare lay a hand on him.
Even Theodore had to show him a certain level of respect. But Penelope… she had actually hit him. With his own belt.
Hans felt a wave of dizziness, the world turning black before his eyes as he nearly fainted.
“You… you bitch!”
To hear such a word from a man who prided himself on his respectability didn’t
anger Penelope; it amused her.
“You old bastard!” she retorted, not one to be outdone.
“You… you… you…”
“Try to form a sentence, you old fossil!”
Hans’ mind went blank. This time, he couldn’t stay standing and collapsed to the floor.
“I’ll kill you!” Mrs. Bishop, forgetting all decorum, ducked her head and charged at Penelope like a bull.