Chapter 137 Mr. Hilliard, I, Penelope, am your biological sister!

Having said that, Lola turned around gracefully, striding towards the outside of the ward in her eight-centimeter high heels, her demeanor swaying elegantly.

Even after Lola had firmly shut the hospital room door, Penelope still couldn't recover from the intense shock.

She was, astonishingly, the biological daughter of Chelsea and Dalton!

No wonder, when she first saw Chelsea on TV as a child, she felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

No wonder, every time she faced Lyman, she felt a warmth as if she was facing her own father or brother.

No wonder, the parents of the Sullivan family always favored Lola more. She once thought that it was because she was too unlikable, even her own biological parents preferred an outsider. Now, she finally understood in her heart and felt relieved.

So, they were so biased, just because Lola was their own flesh and blood.

The bond of blood-related kinship couldn't deceive anyone. They were good to Lola, and she didn't blame them.

She just couldn't understand why the parents of the Sullivan family would be so cruel to her.

Over time, even raising a dog can create emotional bonds. She had called Myra "mom" for over twenty years, yet she could push her to a dead end for Lola!

In the hearts of the Sullivan family's parents, she was, in fact, considered less than a dog.

However, it didn't matter anymore.

They didn't care about her, and she no longer wanted to care about them either.

Penelope's hand trembled as she pulled out her phone. She gently opened the browser and typed in Chelsea's name, and a multitude of photos appeared.

Each one, was capable of toppling countries and cities, unparalleled in elegance and grace.

She gently caressed the phone screen, her eyes involuntarily becoming moist. Her murmur was somewhat unfamiliar, yet somewhat urgent.

"Mom..."

This was her mother.

Chelsea was nearly fifty years old this year, but there were hardly any signs of aging on her face.

Her demeanor was somewhat aloof, but Penelope knew, she was a very warm person.

Lola had boasted to her many times that she was a particularly good mother.

How she wished, to call her "mom" in front of her, but in this lifetime, she never had the chance again.

"Mom, mom..."

Penelope suddenly remembered something Lyman had said before, about Chelsea waking up for a few seconds after being seriously injured.

It was in those few seconds, she told Dalton not to hurt her.

Penelope's tears fell even harder, her mother, knowing that she was her biological daughter, loved her very much.

She was not an unlikable, unloved child, her mother did love her.

"Mom, I love you too, I love you very much."

Penelope's tears blurred the image of Chelsea's face on the phone screen. She hastily wiped the screen dry and continued to look at her mother.

She also really, really wanted to tell Dalton that Lola was a counterfeit product.

But she couldn't reach Dalton.

Taking a step back, even if Dalton was standing in front of her at that moment, and she told him the truth, he still wouldn't believe that she was his biological daughter.

He had already confirmed that Lola was his own flesh and blood, how could he possibly believe that she might be the villain who could harm his beloved wife!

Penelope was worried about Chelsea's safety, fearing that Lola had truly gone mad enough to harm Chelsea.

She was desperate to uncover the true face of Lola.

If...if Lyman were still alive, if he were alive, he would surely believe her.

Thinking of Lyman, Penelope's eyes, like a spring, could not dry up.

She hadn't told Lyman yet, she was his sister.

Before she even heard him say, "Hi, sister, nice to see you," he had already left her forever.

Yes, Justin!

The thought of her having Justin's contact information immediately brightened Penelope's eyes.

She hurriedly found Justin's phone number, dialed it, and anxiously waited for him to answer.

Nobody answered.

She dialed over and over again, a dozen times or more, but it was like dropping a stone into the sea - he didn't answer any of her calls.

Cluelessly clutching her phone, Penelope really didn't know who to call at this moment, who could help her tell Dalton the truth and expose Lola's ugly true face.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang urgently.

Seeing that the caller ID showed Zackary, Penelope thought for a moment, then answered the phone.

The relationship between the Hilliard family and the Spencer family was really good. Dalton and Chelsea treated Zackary as their own. If Zackary was willing to believe this truth, his explanation to Dalton would be twice as effective.

"Penelope, have you made up your mind?!"

Penelope had just pressed the answer button when she heard Zackary's voice, clearly laced with impatience.

"Think clearly?" Penelope murmured, she was actually a bit confused about what Zackary meant. She didn't know what she was supposed to think clearly about.

"Admit your mistake and apologize to Lola!" Zackary was actually a man who remained calm and composed in front of others, but when facing Penelope, he couldn't control the volatile factor in his character.

"I can't think clearly anymore, I will never be able to in this lifetime," Penelope murmured almost to herself.

In her lifetime, she could apologize to any Tom, Dick or Harry, but she would never apologize to Lola, the devil who had destroyed all her affections.

"Penelope!"

Penelope had something very important to tell Zackary, she didn't want to argue with him.

She struggled to calm her emotions, picking up the title that she had almost forgotten.

"Zack."

Zackary paused, how long had it been since she last addressed him like this?

It felt like a lifetime ago.

All the irritability in his heart was gradually smoothed out, and his voice involuntarily softened a bit.

"Penelope, reflect on your mistakes well, I will give you another chance."

"Zack, could you do me a favor? Could you tell the Hilliard family that Lola is not the biological daughter of Mr. Dalton Hilliard and Chelsea, she is an impostor, I..."

Penelope actually wanted to say that she was the real daughter of the Hilliard family.

However, thinking that she was nearly dying, she ultimately didn't utter those words.

She yearned for familial affection, yet she dared not acknowledge her relatives. She was afraid, fearing that reunion would only lead to another separation.

So, all she needed to do was to reveal Lola's true identity.

"Lola isn't Dalton and Chelsea's biological daughter?!"

The warmth that had barely formed in Zackary's heart gradually froze, "The paternity test has been done, could Lola not be the biological daughter of the Hilliard family?!"

"Penelope, what tricks are you up to again to harm Lola?! Don't tell me, Lola isn't the biological daughter of the Hilliard family, but you are!"

Indeed, it was the case.

However, Penelope didn't say it, because Zackary wouldn't believe it, so it was unnecessary.

"Penelope, you're simply incorrigible!" With that, Zackary coldly hung up the phone.

The phone screen gradually went pitch black, and with it, Penelope's heart slowly turned cold.

She was contemplating how low the success rate might be if she tried to expose Lola's background through the media, when the wooden door was suddenly slammed open.

Several people with sickly smiles on their faces walked in with extremely strange postures.