Chapter 270 Lola Collected Penelope's Body!

In Lola's hand, she held a gleaming kitchen knife. The maid gripped her arm tightly, fearing she might do something foolish.

Hearing Dalton's voice, Lola felt a surge of joy, but the pain on her face didn't lessen in the slightest.

She gripped tightly, attempting to swipe the kitchen knife across her neck.

"Dad, stop interfering in my life! I have no face to live anymore! Just let me die! Let me die!"

Lola seemed determined to die, but the maid was also quite strong. With the maid's interference, she really couldn't slit her throat for a while.

Dalton, of course, couldn't bear the thought of his precious daughter committing suicide. His deep blue eyes were tinged with obvious worry, "Lola, don't be foolish!"

Saying this, he quickly stepped forward. Lola didn't even see how he made his move before he had already snatched the kitchen knife from her hand.

Dalton furrowed his brow, throwing the kitchen knife onto the floor. Lola hadn't died, and seemingly unwilling to accept this, she lunged forward excitedly, trying to grab the knife from the floor again.

"Let me die! Let me die! Dad, I've already lost everything, I really can't go on living!"

Lola was crying and shouting, but because another maid came out to stop her, several people stood in front of her, she couldn't pick up the kitchen knife that had fallen on the ground at all.

Afraid that Lola would continue to do foolish things, a maid picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen on the ground and quickly hid it away.

Unable to find the kitchen knife, Lola cried even harder. Her tears, like a breached Yellow River, kept falling non-stop. Her little face, already pitiful due to the blood, looked even more so with the tear streaks on her cheeks. She resembled a small white flower that had been cruelly ravaged.

Seeing Lola in this state, Dalton's frown deepened even more.

This was his and Chelsea's precious daughter, who had finally returned to them after much difficulty. How could he possibly let her be wronged!

If Chelsea had woken up and known that he hadn't protected their precious daughter, she would have been very upset.

Dalton couldn't bear to see Chelsea upset.

"Lola, tell Daddy, what on earth is going on?! Has someone been bullying you?"

"Dad..."

Lola cried so heartbreakingly, she sobbed for quite a while before she finally regained her voice.

"I was... I was forced... I was forced by someone!"

"What?!" Dalton's face turned pale, he never expected that his precious daughter would encounter such a thing.

"Lola, tell Daddy who it was?! I'm going to kill him!"

Dalton exuded a murderous aura. Although he was nearly fifty, he didn't look old due to his excellent foundation. Instead, the accumulation of years made him appear more charming than younger men.

At that moment, the chill in his body, the murderous aura all over him, poured out, making people shudder without feeling cold.

Lola laughed inwardly, but her outward crying intensified, "Dad, I was bullied because someone had set me up! The person who set me up is the real culprit who ruined me!"

"Tonight, I was feeling a bit upset, so I went out alone for some fresh air. Unexpectedly, I fainted for no apparent reason. When I woke up, I found myself in someone else's bed. Moreover, his wife caught me in the act. They took my picture and even posted it online!"

"Now, my reputation was already stinking! I was the mistress everyone wanted to beat up, they all said I was dirty! They said I was disgusting!"

"But Dad, I didn't do anything! It was Penelope who harmed me! She made people hurt me like this, I was in unbearable pain, and she even had the audacity to call and mock me just now! She's rubbing salt in my wounds!"

"Penelope?!"

Dalton's face had turned extremely unsightly. That handsome and suave face, when it turned cold, could be as chilling as ice.

Lola nodded vigorously, "Penelope has always wanted to take Zackary away from me. We were about to get married, but she kept trying to harm me. She wanted to ruin me! Dad, I've disgraced our family, the Hilliard family. I really can't bear to live anymore. Dad, just let me die!"

"Woo woo..."

No sooner had Lola finished speaking than a maid, trembling, addressed Dalton, "Mr. Hilliard, I just checked the news online, and it seems that the incident of the young lady being caught red-handed has already caused quite a stir on the internet. Everyone is indeed criticizing her!"

"Dad, I'm not worthy to be your daughter! You and mom have always taught me to be an upright and honest person. I've tried very hard to live up to that, but I'm still tainted!"

"Dad, what on earth did I do wrong for Penelope to harm me like this?! She even cruelly attacked mom, who is still lying in bed unconscious till now! Why does she want to harm us like this!"

Indeed, whenever Chelsea was mentioned, Dalton's face would become even more gloomily dark, devoid of any light.

He didn't know why Chelsea, in those few seconds of waking, told him not to harm Penelope. But the thought of his most beloved woman, lying motionless on the bed, possibly never to wake again, made him wish he could tear Penelope to pieces.

"Lola, are you telling the truth?! Was it really Penelope who harmed you?!"

"Of course it's true!" Lola quickly spoke up, "She admitted it when she called me. She said she wanted to ruin me, to make Zackary completely despise me! Dad, I really can't understand. Even though I'm not a daughter of the Sullivan family, I've called her my sister for over twenty years. How could she be so cruel to me!"

After a few low sobs, Lola spoke again, "Dad, actually there are two things I've never told you."

"What happened?"

"Dad, some time ago, I was pregnant with Zackary's child, but Penelope deliberately hit me with her car, and my baby died! Dad, Penelope killed your own great-grandson! The doctor said, it was a boy, he was already fully formed!"

"What?!"

Seeing the bloodthirsty red glow in Dalton's eyes, Lola pressed on, "Zackary knows about this too, Dad. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zackary!"

"Also, a few days ago, Penelope had someone bully me. I was in so much pain that I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists. If it weren't for Zackary finding me in time and taking me to the hospital, I would have been dead!"

Saying this, Lola forcefully raised her left wrist, which bore obvious scars. Looking at the scars on her wrist, Dalton couldn't help but recall Chelsea's wrist-cutting suicide attempts, the scars left on her wrist time and time again.

Thinking of their precious daughter having to endure the pain that Chelsea had suffered, Dalton could no longer bear it.

"Lola, don't be upset! No matter what happens, you are always daddy and mommy's precious daughter! As for Penelope... Daddy will personally seek justice for you!"

What Lola had been waiting for was this sentence from Dalton. She was still crying, but inside, she was incredibly happy.

Tomorrow, she was waiting to collect Penelope's body!