Chapter 129 Penelope, You Were Mine!

"Yes, you are Zackary, not Mr. Hilliard," said Penelope, straining to break free from Zackary's grip.

When she was in good health, she was no match for Zackary's strength. Now, compared to him, her strength was like a mantis trying to shake a tree.

"Mr. Spencer, please let go!" Unable to break free from Zackary's grip, Penelope couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although she survived this time, she knew in her heart that her time was pitifully short.

She still had some things to do. She needed to return Ethan and Corona's coffins to their graves. Even if their relics had been burned, their coffins could not just be left on the ground, to be trampled on by others.

She still wanted to return to Horse House, to see Lyman.

Zackary wanted to say, "Penelope, you've lost so much blood, you need to rest properly, you can't move around recklessly."

But she had made him so angry that he couldn't maintain a calm demeanor.

"Let me go, you're going to find Lyman, aren't you?! Penelope, I'm telling you, even if you leave now, you won't see him!"

Lyman was now in Cornelia's laboratory, Zackary wouldn't speak, and Penelope couldn't find him.

After hearing Zackary's words, Penelope felt that he was implying that Lyman was dead, and that she wouldn't see him even if she went out.

Thinking of his cold ashes stored in the Horse House, Penelope couldn't help but have her eyes turn red.

"Yes, I was going to find Mr. Hilliard! Even if I couldn't find him, I would keep searching! One day, I would reunite with him!"

Still feeling weak and exhausted, Penelope gritted her teeth and tried to get up from the bed. Her movements were too hasty, causing her to clumsily roll off the bed and fall onto the floor.

"Penelope!"

Zackary instinctively wanted to hold her in his arms, but before he could touch her, she excitedly waved her arms, not letting him get close.

"Don't come over! Don't you come over! Mr. Spencer, please don't ever appear in front of me again! I'm going to find Mr. Hilliard, and no one should think about stopping me from finding him!"

"Yes, I was going to find him, he was still waiting for me, he was waiting for me..."

Penelope struggled to her feet, holding onto the edge of the bed. Before she could steady herself, she felt a sharp pain and was thrown forcefully onto the hospital bed in front of her by Zackary.

The mattress of the sickbed was soft, but after such a fall, Penelope still felt dizzy and disoriented.

She ignored her physical discomfort and struggled to get up again.

Just this once, no matter what, she couldn't get up.

Because, Zackary advanced aggressively.

"Penelope, you are mine! Even if I, Zackary, didn't want you anymore, you wouldn't dream of living with another man!"

Saying so, Zackary's lips pressed against Penelope's.

Dominant and overbearing, allowing no resistance.

Penelope's body, unable to control the trembling, was flooded with countless memories of being forced by him, like a tide rushing into her mind.

In addition to her attempted suicide by wrist-cutting, the memory of Kemp's attempted coercion intensely interwove with embarrassment, almost causing her to bite her own tongue off.

"Penelope, you were mine! You were mine!"

Zackary's actions became increasingly wild, yet Penelope, in an instant, seemed like a fish out of water, rigidly calm, even too lazy to blink an eyelid.

Long, long after, Zackary heard her ethereal voice, as if it came from another world.

"Zackary, go ahead and force me! I promise, if you succeed, I will definitely cut my wrist again!"

Zackary's movements stiffened, pain and anger violently intertwined in his pupils. He dared not think that she had threatened him with death just to keep herself pure for Lyman!

Yes, she had already died once before, at Kemp's place, she committed suicide, surely it was to keep her body for Lyman!

How could this woman dare to love Lyman so much!

Zackary gripped tightly, his hatred making him want to wring Penelope's neck. But the thought of her pale face and the incessant bleeding from her wrist terrified him that she might actually die.

He could only grip her chin tightly, fierce as a beast, "Penelope, I forbid you to love Lyman! I forbid you to love him!"

"Ha!"

Penelope curled her lips in mockery. Despite her beautiful eyes and brows, they were cold and devoid of any color at this moment.

"Mr. Spencer, you won't allow it? On what grounds won't you allow it? Just because you're my ex-husband?!"

"Mr. Spencer, it seems you've forgotten, it was you who personally forced me to sign the divorce agreement! I signed and sealed it, I did everything, and there's nothing left between us!"

"Penelope!" Zackary wanted to say, he hadn't signed the divorce agreement yet, but he was too proud, he couldn't utter such a demeaning sentence.

"Mr. Spencer, I know, I am Penelope! And I know even better, I am just your ex-wife!"

Penelope slowly pried Zackary's hand from her chin, "Mr. Spencer, you have a fiancée, yet you're always bothering your ex-wife. It's really uninteresting!"

Taking advantage of Zackary's moment of stupefaction, Penelope quickly got out of bed, didn't even bother to put on her coat, and ran towards the door of the ward.

Zackary wanted to win Penelope back, but he was too angry.

Moreover, he couldn't swallow his pride.

Yes, Zackary would never degrade himself by persistently bothering a heartless woman who treated him like a fly or mosquito!

Turning around, Zackary saw Penelope's coat still by the bed, giving himself another excuse to continue being a pushover.

"Alright," he told himself, "this isn't him being a masochist, he just didn't want this fickle woman to freeze to death outside, and then he'd have to collect her body."

Zackary grabbed his coat and with his long legs striding straight, he caught up with Penelope.

"Penelope, you stop right there!"

Zackary forcefully draped his coat over Penelope, his face, as if meticulously sculpted, still held a cold demeanor, but now with an added touch of indescribable awkwardness.

"Penelope, forget about Lyman, I'm giving you a chance to start over with me!"

Penelope didn't turn around. She gathered her coat around herself, like a queen who scorned the world, and left resolutely.

Watching Penelope's back without a trace of reluctance, Zackary was directly infuriated.

As proud as he was, he had already conceded that much, yet this ungrateful woman dared not to give him a second chance?!

She loved Lyman, she was truly head over heels in love!

However, she dreamed of soaring with Lyman, she dreamed of making Zackary a cuckold. She was dreaming!

Penelope hailed a cab from the hospital entrance and went straight to the cemetery.

After she got on the car, snow began to fall from the sky. The fluttering snowflakes sprinkled on the graves of Corona and Ethan, making the already dilapidated cemetery look even more desolate.

The coffin, scattered and disordered.

Penelope shakily picked up the maliciously smashed fragments of the coffin, using all her strength, but she couldn't piece them back to their original shape no matter how hard she tried.

Even if she couldn't piece them back together, she still carefully picked up those fragments and placed them back into their tomb.

She didn't seek help, nor did she take any tools. Just like that, she reached out, bit by bit, scooping up the dirt that Kemp's men had shoveled aside, and covered it over the shattered coffin.

Let my own tears overflow to bear.

Penelope was so completely immersed in her bone-crushing grief that she didn't even notice someone slowly approaching from behind.