Chapter 247
The moment they entered, they became the center of attention. Waitstaff and diners alike turned to look at them.
Donald was a famous actor, but beyond his stardom, he had another trait that endeared him to the public: he was a devoted father. In numerous interviews, he had spoken about his daughter, Yvonne, saying her birth had given his life meaning. He vowed to be a father she could be proud of, which was why he was so involved in charity work and always maintained a positive public image.
Thanks to him, the public had come to know Yvonne as well. They affectionately called her “Snow White,” a wealthy heiress who had grown up surrounded by love yet remained humble, poised, and down-to-earth.
A fan of Donald’s in the restaurant called out jokingly, “I’ve seen all your movies! I’m a huge fan. I love your daughter, too. Are you by any chance looking for a son-in- law p>
The comment drew laughter from the surrounding tables. Donald pressed his hands together in a gesture of thanks to the fan, and Yvonne smiled graciously. A lighthearted joke, met with a friendly response from the Bishop father-daughter duo. Everyone was respectful. Though they occasionally glanced their way, no one approached their table to disturb them. But there was no doubt they were the main characters in the room, the radiant center of everyone’s universe.
Penelope sat in a corner, an unnoticed spectator in their show.
A waiter brought ice water to their table, but Donald thoughtfully asked for it to be replaced with hot water for Yvonne. Worried she might be cold, he draped his jacket over her shoulders.
Yvonne protested that she wasn’t cold, and Donald gently tapped her forehead.
“You just got over a cold. You can’t risk getting chilled again p>
“It was just a little cold p>
“You have no idea how much it hurts your father to see you unwell p>
Yvonne sighed softly. “Dad, you’re being so dramatic p>
“My little princess needs to be healthy and happy p>
They weren’t far away, so Penelope heard every word. Coincidentally, she was also getting over a cold and let out a sneeze. No one noticed her, but Yvonne’s head snapped in her direction. Her expression immediately soured upon recognizing her.
Donald noticed the change and asked what was wrong. Yvonne whispered something to him, and he turned to look at Penelope.
“Penelope, you have to find your father. His name is Donald p>
The last time she saw her mother, she was being taken away by the police, her desperate final words a plea for Penelope to find her biological father. She had found fr house and met his family, who had treated her with cold indifference. Hé himself never even showed his face.
To the world, Donald was a wonderful man. To her, he was a hypocrite who had abandoned his wife and child.
Donald offered a gentle smile and a nod in her direction. Penelope didn’t
Towering her head to focus
on the steak on her plate.
“Are you alone p>
Penelope frowned and looked up to find Yvonne standing at her table. She didn’t answer.
Yvonne scoffed. “Of course you are. Theodore is a very busy man. He doesn’t have time to waste on someone insignificant p>
Penelope’s lips twisted into a smirk. So that’s how it was going to be.
Yvonne’s eyes narrowed. “I’d advise you to know your place. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you can earn Theodore’s love. You’d better get used to this life being a trophy an accessory, a pathetic little nobody p>
“A pathetic little nobody,” Penelope repeated, nodding. “I’m glad to see Ms. Bishop knows her place p>
“You’re not worthy of comparing yourself to me p>
“Do I need to p>
“I’ve had you investigated,” Yvonne stated.
At this, Penelope’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re nothing but a weed that sprouted from the mud p>