Chapter 156 Mr. Spencer Missed Penelope

"Let me go!"

As Penelope lifted her face, she met Zackary's magnified, angry handsome face.

She found it incredibly funny, being inexplicably pulled into the car and even being pressed down. Shouldn't she be the one who was angry? She really didn't know what he was so angry about!

"Penelope, was it fun playing me?!"

"Mr. Spencer, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Penelope exerted force with her hands, trying to push Zackary away, but his body was like a mountain, immovable.

"Penelope, the person who died a month ago wasn't you!"

In Zackary's eyes, a gradually intensifying flame of fury flickered, "Penelope, you find it amusing to play dead and fool me, don't you?! You find it particularly amusing to see me running in circles because of you, don't you?!"

"Mr. Spencer, you are simply unreasonable!" Penelope didn't want to say a word more to Zackary. She continued to struggle, trying to break free from his grip, but this time, not only did she fail to escape, but he also caught both her wrists, leaving her unable to move.

"You played dead in front of me, making me unable to forget you, Lola, while you were also seducing Everett. Penelope, how are you so skilled!"

Penelope had truly never flirted with Everett, nor did she want to.

But she was really tired of explaining to Zackary. She coolly hooked her lip, enchantingly beautiful, "Mr. Spencer, who do you think you are? Who I, Penelope, want to hook up with, what does it have to do with you?!"

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me! I only wish, from now on, you never appear before me again! Dead or alive, I don't want to see you!"

Hearing Penelope's declaration of life and death, Zackary couldn't help but recall a month ago, when he thought she had died in that fire. He held that charred body, in unbearable pain.

His emotions, which were already on the brink of madness, turned demonic in an instant.

His eyes were red as he stared at Penelope, watching her trembling lips.

Longing, pain, resentment, jealousy...

Countless emotions surged violently in his heart, ultimately, they all solidified into a demand for death.

Only by demanding fiercely could he confirm that she had returned, that she was still alive.

He fiercely lowered his face and fiercely kissed her lips, wild like a beast.

"Mr. Spencer, don't go mad!"

Feeling Zackary's madness, Penelope's little face instantly turned as pale as if it had been dusted with flour.

Here, was outside the kindergarten.

Surrounding them, people were coming and going. Ethan had been brought to the school gate by his teacher, waiting for their parents to pick them up. If anyone saw how she was treated by Zackary in the car, she would be mortified!

In fact, the privacy of Zackary's car windows was excellent. They could clearly see the hustle and bustle outside, but people outside couldn't see anything inside the car at all.

Even so, as Penelope watched the pedestrians passing by outside the car, she still felt as if she was being watched by the entire world.

"Mr. Spencer, Ethan came out! Don't touch me!"

Ethan?

Upon hearing this name, Zackary's movements involuntarily stiffened.

He subconsciously turned his face, looking in the direction of the kindergarten entrance.

Under the guidance of several teachers, a group of children, neatly lined up, were seen hopping and skipping towards the outside.

No, to be precise, it was the other children who were hopping around, while Ethan, he was limping.

Watching Ethan, with obvious scratch marks on his face, limping forward with difficulty, a sudden pain gripped Zackary's chest, leaving him breathless.

That child, was still alive.

But he became a cripple.

Undoubtedly, he became like this because he fell off a cliff, and he fell off the cliff because he gave up on him and chose Lola.

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed Zackary felt. Suddenly, he didn't know how to face Ethan, or how to face Penelope.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Penelope forcefully pushed him away. She quickly straightened her clothes, flung the car door open, and briskly headed towards the direction of the kindergarten.

The moment Penelope turned around to get out of the car, her eyes welled up, almost bursting into tears.

She hadn't expected that she would almost be forced by Zackary again, right after their reunion.

She struggled to lift her face, looking up at the sky, forcibly holding back her tears.

However, she was no longer the Penelope she used to be.

Once upon a time, Penelope was deeply in love with Zackary, allowing him to mold her at will. Now, Penelope has completely buried that unrealistic romance deep in her heart, unshakable.

Zack, it seems that only after dying once did I truly understand that you were my greatest weakness. Because I loved you, I was weak everywhere. Now, I have broken my weakness with my own hands. From then on, I was invincible.

Zack, I was trying hard, not to love you anymore.

In fact, in this world, there was not a single girl who truly liked being invincible. The so-called invincibility was nothing more than being forged layer by layer from scars after being covered in wounds.

Penelope took a deep breath, effortlessly sketching the brightest smile on her face. She opened her arms, wanting to give Ethan, who was running towards her, a big hug.

However, when she saw the obvious scratch marks on Ethan's face, the smile on her face froze instantly.

"Ethan, what happened to your face?" Penelope asked anxiously, gripping Ethan's hand.

Ethan winced in pain, it was then that Penelope noticed, there were also visible wounds on his hand.

His hand was harshly slashed, such a deep wound that she felt pain just by looking at it.

His right hand had been viciously bitten, with clear teeth marks imprinted on the back of his hand. Accompanied by the ceaseless seeping of bright red blood, it presented an unspeakably horrifying sight.

Seeing a faint bluish tint on Ethan's wrist, Penelope hurriedly rolled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in bruises, clearly, someone had twisted it harshly.

Penelope could no longer hold back, her tears fell with a plop.

"Ethan, what on earth happened? Tell mom, who bullied you?!"

When Ethan first came out, his brows were tightly furrowed. Clearly, his day at kindergarten had not been pleasant.

But he was too afraid that Penelope would worry about him. Upon seeing her, his little face, marked with scratches, still managed to muster a bright smile.

"Mom, no one bullied me, Ethan really enjoyed going to school."

"Nobody bullied you?" Penelope didn't believe Ethan's words, "Ethan, don't tell me, the injuries on your body are from you accidentally falling!"

"Mom..." Ethan was about to act spoiled towards Penelope, hoping to gloss over today's events, when a sharp female voice rang out in the air.

"You're Ethan's parent, aren't you? Look at what your son has done to my son! You must make that cripple apologize to my son!"