Chapter 384
“I’ll continue taking the medicine,” she said. Even if Mrs. Stapleton hadn’t come today, she would have continued the treatment. Partly because she did want children, but also for her own health. Theodore had made that clear last night-the main reason he insisted she take it was for her well-being.
Mrs. Stapleton’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s wonderful p>
With the air cleared between them, Mrs. Stapleton left, sparing them both any further awkwardness. Penelope had lunch and then went upstairs to change. As she was grabbing her phone to leave, a news notification caught her eye. It was about Donald.
Being a major star, his every move was scrutinized. When he mentioned in an interview that he was organizing an art exhibition for someone named Edith, the story immediately went viral.
People were asking who Edith was. They were searching for her artwork. They were speculating about her relationship with Donald. Suddenly, the name ‘Edith’ was everywhere. The few paintings of hers that existed online drew praise for their skill, only fueling public curiosity. Donald had said he wanted the world to see her talent, but Penelope wasn’t sure if that’s what her mother would have wanted. For as long as she could remember, her mother had never once picked up a paintbrush. All of her surviving works were from before her split with Donald.
Penelope scrolled through a few comments. As she was about to close the page, one comment shot to the top. It was from someone named Jack Lee: Edith is a bitch!
Penelope frowned. In the replies, people were asking if he knew Edith and why he would say such a thing.
Jack replied: Some artist, my ass. She only dated Donald because the Bishop family was rich. But when Mr. Hans Bishop refused to let them marry, Donald was stupid enough to cut ties with his family for her. She couldn’t handle being poor, so she started sleeping with me. I gave her money, she got in my bed. After a few times, I got bored and dumped her.
The comment section exploded. People were shocked that Donald’s long-lost love was that kind of person. They commiserated with him and furiously condemned Edith.
“You’re not even human! If you had a shred of decency, you’d be apologizing to Mr. Bishop right now p>
“Yeah, she has to apologize! Mr. Bishop wasted so many years treating her like some pure, unattainable love p>
“It’s not just Mr. Bishop! She owes Mrs. Bishop an apology, too! She’s a victim in all of this p>
The tide of public opinion turned in an instant. The entire internet was calling for Edith’s head.
Penelope couldn’t let this stand. She immediately contacted Timothy and asked him to use his skills to dig up information on this Jack. It didn’t take long. Jack was in his forties, a local from Orenth who owned a furniture factory. He wasn’t wealthy, but he was comfortable. He had also studied art and had been one of her mother’s classmates at the academy.
Penelope asked for his address, but Timothy insisted on going with her. “Mom doesn’t just belong to you I’m going to teach this guy a lesson for insulting her, too.” fo
Penelope agreed and went to pick him up from his university. As soon as he got in
the car, he showed her the new number one trending topic.
#DonaldBishopAssaultsMan
She clicked on it and watched the video. Donald, dressed in a long, traditional robe, had clearly come straight from a film set. He was on top of a heavyset man, punching him relentlessly.
The man on the ground was none other than Jack Lee.