Chapter 130 Penelope, why did you die?!

"Corona, Ethan, I'm sorry."

Penelope had so many things she wanted to say to Corona and Ethan.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, uncontrollable sobs spilled out from her.

She didn't want Ethan and Corona to worry about her from underground, so she forcibly swallowed back her choked sobs, along with the thousands of words that had reached her lips.

With so much soil and her strength, she couldn't possibly carry it all back to its original place in a short amount of time.

She also had no intention of taking all those pots back.

She thought to herself, she would go back and find one of her own clothes to place in this tomb. Here, it could serve as her own tomb of dress and hat, and she could be buried together with the people she cared about the most.

She had already signed the body donation agreement. After her death, there would be no one to take care of her affairs. Perhaps, even on the brink of death, one couldn't help but be a bit superstitious.

She was afraid that without even a grave of her own, she would not be able to smoothly journey to the underworld and reunite with the people she cared about the most.

So, she thought, she was burying herself for herself.

Slowly rising to her feet, Penelope turned around and saw Kemp standing in front of her.

Seeing him, those terrifying memories uncontrollably surged from her mind, she involuntarily took a step back.

"Penelope."

Upon hearing Kemp's indistinguishable voice of joy and anger, Penelope's fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

She was truly afraid, the next sentence he would say might be, asking her to compensate him and Pennie with a child.

She continued to back away, her face alert as she watched him, "Kemp, please let me go! I've already died once. Even if I did harm you and Pennie's child, we're even now."

"I didn't lie to you before, I'm dying, I can't possibly have children anymore."

Upon hearing Penelope say "death," Kemp couldn't help but frown.

Intuition told him that the death Penelope spoke of was not referring to her act of suicide by wrist-cutting.

What on earth had happened to her, why did she keep saying she was about to die?! Was she lying, or was she really about to die?!

With urgency, Kemp couldn't help but take a step forward. Seeing him move forward, the unease in Penelope's heart grew even stronger.

Her face was ashen, she stumbled backwards, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm, "Kemp, I owe you and Pennie nothing, I really owe you nothing! You have no right to keep pushing me!"

"Penelope, I'm sorry."

Penelope was taken aback, she had never expected Kemp to suddenly apologize to her.

But the trauma caused by Kemp forcing her to have his child was too great. Even though he had apologized to her, the fear in her heart had not lessened at all.

"Kemp, what did you mean by that?"

"Penelope, I've found out, it wasn't you who pushed Penny down the stairs."

After hearing Kemp's words, Penelope finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Since he already knew that she hadn't harmed Pennie, he wouldn't continue to pressure her to have a child for him.

Like this, it was pretty good.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, and Penelope no longer wanted to waste her breath on Kemp. After all, he was no longer the Kemp he once was.

She turned around and started walking towards the direction away from the cemetery.

"Penelope!"

Penelope's steps faltered slightly, "Mr. Hunter, is there anything else?"

"Penelope, you just said you were dying, what on earth did you mean by that?!" Kemp didn't want to concern himself with Penelope, but her words just now had thrown him into such turmoil that, as if possessed, he found himself asking this question.

If he had been the Kemp from the past, Penelope would have had so much to say to him. But to the Kemp in front of her, she had nothing to say.

With a light and breezy demeanor, Yun Danfeng tugged at the corner of her lips, "Mr. Hunter, that's my own business, no need for you to trouble yourself!"

Originally, Kemp was supposed to come over today, feeling guilt and pity for Penelope, but her eagerness to set boundaries with him greatly upset him.

His temper was not good to begin with, and he couldn't control his irritability even more.

He stepped forward, rudely gripping her wrist, "Penelope, you need to explain this to me!"

The wrist that Kemp was gripping was the very one that Penelope had slit in an attempt to commit suicide. The wound had been stitched up and wrapped in thick bandages, but it had been a deep cut. Being gripped so tightly by him, it was far from comfortable.

Penelope gasped in pain, her little face turning several shades paler.

The rare hint of color in her lips gradually turned deathly pale. Her lips trembled violently. She extended her other hand, attempting to pry open the large hand that Kemp had clamped onto her wrist.

Couldn't break it.

"Mr. Hunter, please let go of me!"

Penelope struggled so hard that her wrist hurt even more. At this point, Kemp also noticed her unusual behavior.

He hastily lowered his face, only then realizing that what he was gripping was her injured wrist.

He almost awkwardly let go of her wrist, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Penelope had originally intended to leave quickly while he was distracted, but she was really in too much pain.

Perhaps, in the last two days of her life in the late stages of cancer, moving had indeed become somewhat difficult for Penelope. Standing had become incredibly challenging, and she constantly thought about falling to the ground, never to rise again.

"Penelope, I will compensate you for this incident,"

Just as Kemp was about to suggest that he could provide her with more substantial material conditions if she was willing to be his mistress, Penelope's voice suddenly drifted into his ear like a feather.

"Mr. Hunter, if you truly wish to make it up to me, then sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' for Ethan. Once you've sung this song, we'll be even."

Before, Lyman had sung "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" all night in front of Ethan's grave. She thought, Ethan must have been very happy.

But although Ethan liked Lyman, the person he cared about more was still Kemp.

In Ethan's heart, Kemp was a presence surpassing that of his father. Only if Kemp could sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for Ethan one more time, could Ethan truly close his eyes.

"You asked me to sing for that child?!"

With a face full of disbelief, Kemp said, "Penelope, I never sing, let alone sing for anyone!"

Having anticipated this outcome long ago, Penelope didn't feel too much disappointment in her heart.

He had exerted so much effort before, begging him to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for Ethan, but he didn't agree. Now, he wouldn't easily agree either.

Penelope struggled to hold back the tears in her eyes, she laughed at herself, "Mr. Hunter, if you don't want to sing, then forget it. After all, I was the one who insisted."

"Mr. Hunter, if it's possible... I mean if. If it's possible, after I'm gone, if you have time, please visit Ethan occasionally."

"However, if you disagreed, it wouldn't matter."

"Penelope, you need to explain this to me!" Seeing Penelope about to move forward, Kemp directly blocked her way, "You always say you're going to die, why would you die?! Penelope, what exactly are you hiding from me?!"