Chapter 250 Penelope, We Got Married!

Seeing Xavier remain silent, his expression growing increasingly grave, the unease in Everett's heart intensified. "Grandfather, is Penelope sick?! What kind of illness does she have?!"

Xavier took the acupuncture kit, slowly began to insert needles into Penelope's body, and only then started to speak leisurely.

"Cancer."

"Late-stage stomach cancer."

Everett's face drastically changed, intense pain rapidly spreading from his chest, causing his upright figure to involuntarily bend.

"Grandpa, how...how could Penelope possibly have gotten this disease?!"

Xavier disdainfully glanced at his brilliant great-grandson, wondering how such a wise child could ask him such a question. He was a doctor, not a god, how could he possibly know why Penelope got sick!

Everett stepped forward, disregarding the injury on his hand, he firmly grasped Penelope's small hand.

Looking at her serene yet fragile little face, his thoughts drifted away, bit by bit.

She had died once.

Mr. Zackary gave her a funeral as a husband would for his deceased wife, while Mr. Kemp and Mr. Lyman served as pallbearers for her.

He thought that a person who had died once and come back would live a long life. But how could she live a long life with this damn disease!

"Grandpa, how much longer does Penelope have?" After a long, long time, Everett asked with a trembling voice.

"I spent a month taking care of her health, during which time she was almost daily immersed in medicine."

"If her emotions had stopped fluctuating so violently, if she had stopped getting hurt, I could have ensured her well-being for a year without any worries. However, her emotional ups and downs were too intense, the deterioration of her condition exceeded my expectations, and I couldn't guarantee how much longer she would have."

"Grandpa, you must save her! She can't be in trouble!"

Everett gripped Penelope's small hand even tighter, he had never been so scared before, but at this moment, he was truly terrified from the bottom of his heart.

In his mundane life, a ray of light had finally appeared, and he didn't want that light to just fade away.

"Evey, although cancer is difficult to treat, over the years, there have been cases of long-term survival."

Xavier couldn't bear to see his most cherished grandson so upset. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Years ago, Della was hanging by a thread. It was Cornelia and I who snatched her back from the hands of death. More than two decades have passed, and she is still alive and well."

"Ms. Sullivan was sicker than her, but you have to believe in Grandpa's medical skills. One year, it's just a conservative estimate, if I could develop a new drug, her living a long life, it's not impossible."

"Just, I needed time to research new drugs. Within a year, I should have been able to develop a new drug. But the premise was, she had to take good care of herself until I developed the new drug."

Everett indeed believed in Xavier's medical skills. His grandfather, a renowned national medical expert, had saved countless patients throughout his life. Many patients, even after being pronounced terminally ill by hospitals, regained their lives under his grandfather's care.

He hoped that Penelope could also have the opportunity to get a chance at life.

Even if she was destined not to live a long life, in the last period of her life, he wanted to do everything he could to bring her the most joy and be the most faithful support behind her.

However, she might not have wanted it.

"Grandpa, I liked her."

On Everett's handsome face, which was always accustomed to being devoid of any expression, there was a clear solemnity. "Grandfather, this year, I will protect her well. Never again will I let her be troubled, in pain, or bullied by others!"

Xavier heaved a heavy sigh. Initially, he had wanted to introduce Penelope to Everett because he truly believed she was a good kid, and he was confident that he could keep her alive. However, he hadn't expected that Ethan would turn out to be Zackary's flesh and blood, the beloved grandson of his most proud disciple, Cornelia.

Both sides of the hand are flesh, he didn't want to be too biased. However, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As for the matters of the younger generation, he let them strive for themselves.

Anyway, no matter who Penelope ended up choosing, Ethan, this little apprentice, was doomed!

Penelope hadn't been unconscious for long, she woke up by the afternoon.

Thinking about the events that had occurred in the recent days, she had a feeling as if she was dreaming.

It seemed as if all of Zackary's tenderness and ruthlessness towards her were merely a fleeting dream. When she woke up, he was still the stranger who only had Lola in his heart.

Oh, stranger...

It was pretty good.

How many deeply loved couples, in the end, became nothing more than strangers who were unwilling to even exchange greetings.

Just, she had never dared to imagine that she and her Zack would also end up like this.

Immersed in her own thoughts, the rich and pleasant voice of Everett suddenly sounded in her ear, "Penelope, how are you feeling now? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Mr. Murray?" Penelope was startled by Everett's voice, only then did she realize that she was not alone in the room.

"Penelope, don't be upset for irrelevant people in the future, it's not worth it."

Penelope knew that the irrelevant person Everett was talking about was Zackary. Now, hearing this name, her heart still ached as if being cut by a knife, but she would strive to develop a lifetime immunity to him, no longer be affected by him, let alone feel sad for him.

"Mr. Murray, thank you. Today's matter, it was all thanks to you."

After Penelope said this, the large room was filled with an awkward silence.

She really couldn't stand such an awkward atmosphere, she cleared her throat, wanting to break the silence.

She hadn't yet figured out what to say when Everett's emotionless voice echoed through the air, "Penelope, in the future, you don't have to be so polite with me."

Alright, Penelope didn't know what to say again.

Catching a glimpse of the conspicuous bloodstain on Everett's backhand, she hurriedly spoke up, "Mr. Murray, you're injured. Haven't you treated the wound on your hand?"

"Just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Everett had no experience in pursuing girls, he didn't know how to get along with Penelope, he seemed as steady as a rock, but he was actually a bit nervous inside.

So nervous, sweat was seeping from the palms.

"Penelope, I watched some of the videos you shot for 'Throne', you did very well." Everett paused, then continued, "Penelope, you will shine brightly."

Suddenly praised by Everett, Penelope was really embarrassed. If she was modest, it seemed she was too pretentious. If she accepted his praise, it seemed she was too thick-skinned.

After much hesitation, Penelope didn't know how to respond to Everett's words.

In the end, she could only remain silent.

Penelope didn't speak, neither did Everett. He just stared at Penelope with deep, profound eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her face into the deepest part of his soul.

His gaze gradually took on a heart-pounding heat, and the spread of purple around his pupils was so intense that it almost drowned people in its depth of emotion.

Penelope felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. Just as she was about to turn her face away to avoid his eyes, he forcefully grabbed her hand, "Penelope, let's get married!"