Chapter 177 Mr. Murray Felt Sorry for Penelope

Penelope's eyes suddenly widened.

She was truly stunned by Everett's godlike maneuver.

First, he gave her trust, making her feel warm. Later, he let Jett humiliate her. Now, he inexplicably held her. She really thought that he might have serious schizophrenia.

Penelope truly wasn't prejudiced against the mentally ill. Among them, there were many who were gentle and amiable. However, the fear that Aoyama Mental Hospital instilled in her was something she could never forget in her lifetime.

She was afraid, Everett was one of those rare, particularly terrifying mental patients.

Judging from his misdeeds towards her since last night, he must have been seriously ill.

Although she truly hated Zackary, she had to admit that if it hadn't been for Zackary saving her from Jett last night, her life would have been completely ruined.

The thing that Jett gave her was really powerful. By the time she was brought to Zackary's villa, she had completely forgotten herself.

If she had been with Jett all night yesterday, I'm afraid, in the end, everyone in the live broadcast room would have seen her being tormented by that disgusting old man.

And the root cause of all this was Everett, a schizophrenic. She had to keep her distance from such people.

Penelope frantically pushed Everett away, "Mr. Murray, please calm down!"

She watched him cautiously and alertly, noticing his suit jacket had fallen to the ground again. She quickly picked up his jacket and placed it in his arms, "Mr. Murray, here's your jacket. You...you're so busy, you should go back quickly!"

Everett stared at Penelope with inscrutable eyes, he felt that the expression on her face seemed a bit strange.

It was as if she was afraid of him, and as if she regarded him as some kind of strange species.

It was as if he had some kind of disease.

Her guardedness towards him, this feeling, made him extremely uncomfortable.

But looking at the scars on her hands, he felt that no matter how much she hated him, he deserved it.

"Penelope, last night, I didn't know that the person I was having a blind date with was you!"

Everett had always been proud. His high status was determined from the moment he was born. He had never deigned to explain anything to anyone. But at this moment, he was suddenly willing to lower his noble head, all for the chance to get close to her.

"Huh?" Penelope had never expected Everett to say such a thing.

She hadn't yet recovered from her shock when she heard him speak again, "Penelope, I never intended to hurt you."

"If I had known, the woman last night was you, I would never have let Jett bother you."

It was the first time Everett had spoken so much at once, but after the words left his mouth, he found that he didn't mind the feeling of lowering his head to explain things to her.

"Previously, there were often women who deliberately tried to please my grandfather in order to get close to me. Even, some women went so far as to give me things in order to get near me."

"Their behavior disgusted me. When my grandfather first called me, I thought you were one of those women, Penelope. I misunderstood you and hurt you even more. I apologize to you."

Penelope was even more shocked.

She had heard many rumors about Everett, ruthless, arrogant, and unattainable. She dared not think that such a man would also apologize to others.

However, shocking as it was, Penelope was not moved. If she had truly been ruined by Jett last night, no matter how noble the person apologizing to her was, some things just couldn't be undone.

Moreover, even if Jett had not succeeded last night, she had been involved with Zackary. That kind of filth, accompanied by humiliation, could never be washed away.

"Mr. Murray, when you let Jett go, I believe, you must have thought about the consequences. You must have thought that my life could be ruined by him. So, Mr. Murray, call me melodramatic or stubborn, I do not accept your apology."

"Mr. Murray, I really need to take a bath now, please go back."

"Actually, whether we broke up or not, we two were never from the same world. Blind dates and such, we were never suitable. Mr. Murray, goodbye!"

The door was already open, but when Penelope saw that Everett had no reaction, she made the motion of pulling the door open again, signaling that it was time for him to leave.

But he, he completely considered himself as a sturdy pine growing on her home's floor, not moving an inch.

Penelope was somewhat anxious, but she couldn't throw him out. She could only turn around in annoyance and return to her room. Even if he didn't leave, she didn't have to stare at him here.

"Penelope!"

Everett grabbed Penelope's wrist, his voice filled with an unfamiliar tenderness, "You're hurt!"

"Mr. Murray, I'm fine, I'll handle my own injuries!"

Penelope wanted to pull her hand back, but Everett had no intention of letting her go. Without a word, he held her hand and sat down on the sofa, "I'll handle this for you!"

After saying this, Everett made a phone call to Dawson.

Dawson's efficiency was truly high. In less than ten minutes, he had delivered a bottle of ointment, along with disinfectant, cotton swabs, gauze, medicinal alcohol, and various other items.

Everett had grown up with Xavier since childhood. Even though he was not interested in studying medicine, he had learned some medical skills through constant exposure. Treating the wound on Penelope's hand was not a problem for him.

Everett first treated the wound on the back of Penelope's right hand. The injury on her right hand had been medicated by Zackary, but the wound still looked horrifying.

Everett furrowed his brow, carefully applying ointment to Penelope's wound.

Penelope didn't want him to help her apply the medicine, but his attitude was too firm. Plus, she was truly tired and didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she just let him do it.

Dawson's eyes had turned into goldfish eyes, he was staring dumbfounded at Everett in front of him, feeling that his worldview had been completely overturned.

This, the man who so gently applied medicine to a woman, was really the boss of his family, whose cruelty was comparable to the King of Hell? So fantastical!

Dawson stood weakly in the living room, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place. He could only silently wipe his cold sweat while facing his seriously abnormal boss.

After applying medicine to Penelope's right hand, Everett then grabbed her left hand.

The bandage wrapped around her left hand had already been soaked with blood and could no longer be used.

Blood, stuck to the bandage, Everett knew, removing the bandage, would definitely hurt.

But from beginning to end, Penelope didn't utter a word, her little face just turned several shades paler.

Watching Penelope, who was clearly in so much pain yet still enduring it, Everett's cold, hard heart began to ache uncontrollably again.

She was just a little girl, naturally afraid of pain. How much suffering and hardship must she have endured to learn such patience?

Moreover, the injury on her left hand was far more severe than he had imagined.

The flesh was churning so much that its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

The healed wound on her little finger, which had long since healed, began to bleed again. As the saying goes, "every finger is connected to the heart", how much pain she must have felt!

For the first time in his life, Everett had teared up for a woman.

His hand, gripping Penelope's wrist, couldn't help but tighten, "Penelope, what happened to your little finger?!"