Chapter 248 Mr. Spencer, Let's Break Up!

Ethan's feelings for Zackary were a mix of respect, love, and fear. But to protect his beloved mother, he could become very, very brave.

With red-rimmed eyes, he continued to speak, "Dad, you bullied mom! You don't keep your word!"

Zackary didn't speak immediately, he stared inscrutably at Ethan, whose eyes were misty with tears.

Ethan had lost a lot of weight before he fell off the cliff.

At that time, Ethan really looked like Lyman with a baby face, but after he lost some weight, vaguely, you could see the shadow of his childhood.

This was his son.

In him flowed the blood of the Spencer family, yet he was also Penelope's son, a pawn in her and Ralph's hands.

A pawn, waiting for his death to inherit his fortune!

Money and wealth were all external things, Zackary didn't care much about them. But the thought of Penelope eagerly waiting for his death after having this child, he could no longer muster any warmth towards Ethan.

Before, he believed Penelope when she said that the car accident four years ago wasn't her hiring someone to hit him.

But now, he didn't believe a single word she said.

How could this cripple inherit his property if he wasn't killed!

Zackary's eyes grew colder and colder. Suddenly, he curled his lips in disdain, "Dad? A stupid cripple, worthy of calling me dad?!"

"Get lost! Don't ever show up in front of me again! Otherwise, I will personally throw you off the cliff, and watch you, shattered to pieces!"

Ethan's eyes widened abruptly, he looked at Zackary in disbelief, his pupils shimmering with crystal clear tears, yet he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Although Ethan inherited the intelligence of the Spencer family, being almost eerily smart, he was, after all, only a three-and-a-half-year-old child. He couldn't understand why his father, who was willing to risk his life for him the day before yesterday, would suddenly become so indifferent and harsh towards him.

However, even if there were some things he couldn't figure out, there was one thing he could be sure of.

Dad bullied Mom.

If Uncle Everett hadn't arrived in time, Mom might have been terribly bullied by Dad.

Even if he really wanted a father, if that father dared to bully his mother, he wouldn't want such a father!

"Mr. Zackary, rest assured, I will never call you 'Dad' again!"

Ethan forcefully swallowed his sob, speaking clearly and distinctly, word by word. He wanted to face this powerful man with pride, he thought, like a little man standing tall and firm, protecting his beloved mother.

But in his heart, he was truly devastated. In the end, his voice still inevitably took on a touch of sorrow.

"Mr. Zackary, I didn't have a father."

Zackary's heart suddenly clenched. He thought that by taking revenge on Penelope, by rejecting this cripple, he would feel better. But upon hearing Ethan say that he had no father, inexplicably, he felt a sense of abandonment.

Felt very sad.

Zackary forcefully suppressed this inexplicable feeling, constantly telling himself that he didn't need to be upset.

A wicked woman, a cripple who should not have existed, even if they died, he shouldn't have been upset!

Zackary's handsome face remained stern, he looked at Ethan expressionlessly, "I hope you keep your word!"

Ethan didn't respond to Zackary, fearing that he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears. That would be too unmanly.

He just tightly held Penelope's arm, speaking softly, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Ethan shouldn't have wanted Dad, nor should he have asked you to make up with him. He bullied Mom, he's a bad man. Ethan doesn't want Dad anymore! Ethan only needs Mom!"

"Mom, I'm sorry! Ethan needs to grow up quickly, Ethan needs to protect mom, and never let bad people bully mom again!"

Zackary's brows were furrowed tightly, a villain?

He turned into a villain again?!

Ha!

Was Penelope, this wicked woman, actually a good person?!

How ridiculous!

"Ethan, it's not your fault, it's mom's blindness." Penelope gently stroked Ethan's little head. She wanted to comfort him more, but the sweet and fishy feeling in her throat was too frequent today. She could only clench her teeth hard, not allowing herself to continue vomiting blood in front of Ethan.

Originally, on the cloud of happiness, suddenly being treated so ruthlessly by Zackary, falling into hell, Penelope was really very sad, very sad.

But now, gently holding Ethan in her arms, she suddenly didn't feel so sad anymore.

Those sweet, lingering happiness were never meant to be hers in the first place. Having Ethan by her side was enough. From then on, she would never ask for more.

She took several deep breaths, the sweet metallic taste in her throat finally less intense.

She rose to her feet with the help of Everett, step by step, until she stood in front of Zackary.

Her face was as pale as paper, yet her back was straight as a rod, like a flower standing proudly against the wind.

"Mr. Spencer, there was something I forgot to tell you."

Meeting Zackary's complex gaze, Penelope spoke with an air of nonchalance, "Mr. Spencer, let's break up!"

Even though she knew in her heart that he no longer wanted her, she still had to say the words of breakup.

He proposed to her last night, they were together, a couple, no matter how tumultuous their relationship was, they had to say goodbye to each other to put an end to their relationship.

From then on, you took your broad and easy path, I took my single-plank bridge, never to cross paths again!

Break up?!

The crimson in Zackary's eyes, like flames, quickly faded again, but in an instant, he returned to his usual indifferent demeanor.

He looked down at Penelope from above, as if he were a king who scorned the world.

His thin lips moved slightly, making his whole aura even more superior, as if, in front of him, everything was nothing but insignificant dust.

"Penelope, you want to break up with me? Ha! Just because I paid for a prostitute, you want to break up?!"

Penelope's pale lips trembled uncontrollably, then she let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Indeed, in Zackary's heart, she was not even worthy to break up with him.

However, this was better, her heart could die more thoroughly, never to be rekindled.

Watching Penelope's figure gradually receding, Zackary particularly wanted to catch up, to hold her tightly in his arms, and never let go.

I asked her, "Penelope, you're bleeding so much. Did you bite your lip, or is something else bothering you?"

But he was too proud, he couldn't say these words.

Seeing how pale Penelope looked, Everett knew she must have been feeling unwell. He wanted to carry her away, but she stubbornly insisted on walking by herself.

Just as she reached the staircase, Penelope's body suddenly shuddered, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from her mouth, and her body uncontrollably plunged down the stairs.