Chapter 177
So, this was their game. They were both trying to frame her.
Penelope rolled up her sleeves. Reasoning with trash was pointless. It was time for direct action.
She grabbed Mrs. Winters’s arm, ignoring her pained cries, and hauled her to her feet. Then she dragged her to the street and threw her down.
“Go die somewhere else p>
“You… you’re a lawless hooligan p>
“You want to talk about the law? Should I call the police p>
“You have no respect for your elders p>
“You’re not worthy of respect p>
Mrs. Winters stared, wide-eyed, clearly having never encountered someone so immune to her hysterics. But she was a seasoned performer. She immediately lay back down, clutched her chest, and began wailing that she was dying and Penelope was a murderer.
Without hesitation, Penelope kicked her.
“How dare you p>
“Don’t worry. If I kill you, I’ll turn myself in p>
She raised her foot again, this time aiming for Mrs. Winters’s head, her face set in a look of grim determination. Just as she was about to bring her foot down, Mrs. Winters’s act broke. She scrambled away, rolling several times until she was back in front of the Sullivan’s house.
Wiping cold sweat from her brow, she gasped for air. She was completely outmatched.
Next up was Rebecca. If she was going to be accused of harming the baby, she might as well earn the title. Penelope strode toward her, raising her foot to stomp on Rebecca’s stomach.
“Don’t you dare p>
Rebecca started to roll away, but someone else was faster. Mrs. Sullivan, who had been watching from her doorway, lunged forward and threw herself over Rebecca, shielding her protectively.
“Penelope, if you harm my grandchild, I’ll… I’ll p>
Penelope raised an eyebrow. “You’ll what? Kill me p>
“Yes! I’ll kill you p>
“Bring it on p>
Mrs. Sullivan was stunned. The most dangerous people in the world were the insane, the fearless, and those willing to fight to the death. Penelope was all three. She was unbeatable.
But after years of being Penelope’s mother-in-law, she knew her weakness. She pulled out her phone, shot Penelope a triumphant glare, and made a call. “Oh, David, my dear friend! It’s been too long p>
At the mention of her father’s name, Penelope’s expression tightened. How dare she call her dad?
Penelope lunged for the phone, but Mrs. Sullivan dodged and pointed the camera at her.
“Look, Penelope is right here with me p>
Penelope immediately smoothed her furious expression into a smile. “Dad? How have you been p>
“Good, very good. Just missing you, that’s all p>
“I’ll… I’ll come visit in a few days p>
“I know you’re busy. Come when you have time. No rush p>
Mrs. Sullivan let them exchange a few words before turning the camera back to herself. “David, there’s a little situation here. I was hoping you could talk some sense into Penelope p>
“Is something wrong p>
Penelope knew what was coming and tried again to grab the phone, but Mrs. Sullivan threatened to turn the camera back on her, and she froze Mrs. Sullivan gave her a smug smirk and continued talking to her father.
Penelope elenched her fists. She feared nothing and no one, except for causing her father stress. His health was fragile, and he was on constant medication. He couldn’t handle this kind of agitation.
Sure enough, Mrs. Sullivan twisted the story about Colin and Timothy into a simple misunderstanding that Penelope was blowing out of proportion, trying to get a young boy expelled.
“You know how children are, they have their squabbles. Once it’s resolved, it’s over. There’s no need to be so harsh. We don’t want to accumulate bad karma, right p>
She then aimed the camera at Mrs. Winters and Rebecca on the ground, who immediately put on their best pained, helpless expressions for the show.