Chapter 100
After she hung up, Mr. Sullivan’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head.
“Was that someone from LUNA Group? Are you giving the project to them p>
“We’re in preliminary talks, yes p>
“No! You can’t give the project to an outsider instead of your own family! Have you lost your mind p>
“Is that any way to speak to your daughter-in-law p>
“If you give that project to another company, you won’t be my daughter-in-law for much longer p>
The words were a self-inflicted slap in the face. Mr. Sullivan’s expression grew even stormier.
“What I mean is… we’re all family. The company will belong to you and Zebulon one day. Helping the company is helping yourself p>
“That’s right,” Mrs. Sullivan chimed in. “What belongs to the company belongs to you. You should understand the principle of keeping wealth within the family p>
“Mrs. Sullivan is absolutely right p>
“Of course I am. So you p>
“But it seems you’ve forgotten. Zebulon and I are getting a divorce. After that, we won’t be family anymore p>
“How could you bear to divorce him? Look at yourself, at your background! Do you really think you’ll find another man as successful as him p>
Penelope stood up with a laugh. “You don’t need to worry about that, Mrs. Sullivan p>
“You… you really think you’re something special now, don’t you?” Mrs. Sullivan finally snapped.
“Actually, yes. I think I’m pretty amazing p>
“Who the hell do you think you are? Your father was a broke drunk who beat your mother. Your mother was a murderer who went to prison for killing him. Your stepfather is a cripple, your brother is a thief, and you-you’re nothing but damaged goods p>
Penelope hadn’t planned on getting physical, but Mrs. Sullivan had pushed her too far. She lunged forward, grabbing a handful of Mrs. Sullivan’s hair. With a sharp tug, she yanked her from her chair. Mrs. Sullivan shrieked in pain as Penelope shoved her hard.
She stumbled back, slammed into another chair, and let out another cry.
“Oh, my back! It’s broken p>
“Penelope, how dare you raise a hand to your elders!” Mr. Sullivan bellowed.
Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Like I
said before, age doesn’t
automatically grant respect. Insult my parents, and don’t care who you are. You will not get away with it p>
“You… you psycho! I’m going to make my son divorce you, I—” “Shut up p>
At the mention of divorce, Mr. Sullivan quickly silenced his wife.
“And I’ll say it again: a divorce is out of the question p>
Penelope scoffed and turned to leave. As she walked out of the dining room, she saw a marriage certificate lying brazenly on the floor.
A flicker of amusement crossed her face. Rebecca must have placed it there while they were arguing. She had realized that none of them not Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan, or e Zebulon actually wanted a a divakces
If Penelope and Zebulon reconciled, Rebecca would be kicke@bout. So this was her move, a desperate attempt to expose their secret.
But Penelope wasn’t done playing with them just yet.
“Oh my, is that a marriage certificate on the floor?” she exclaimed, loud enough
for Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan to hear. Then, she made a show of bending down to pick
it up.
“Don’t touch that p>
Mrs. Sullivan scrambled toward her, shouting. For someone with a “broken” back, she was moving surprisingly fast.
A smirk touched Penelope’s lips. She quickened her movements, snatching the certificate from the floor and pretending to open it.
“No, you can’t open it p>
Mrs. Sullivan was moving too fast to stop. As she reached Penelope, the slick floor betrayed her. She managed to grab the certificate, but her momentum sent her crashing to the ground.
There was a sickening crack.
Penelope heard it clearly. This time, her back really was broken.