Chapter 272 Mr. Hilliard, Lola is not your daughter!

"Mr. Hilliard, Penelope brought it over."

Hearing the bodyguard's voice, Dalton slowly turned around. His face, bearing a quarter of Ostley blood, looked as noble as a medieval aristocrat.

That kind of beauty, superior to others in its prime, still outshone all the young idols in the entertainment industry.

Looking at Dalton's indifferent handsome face, Penelope's eyes stung even more. She couldn't control herself for a moment, and tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

"Mr. Hilliard, what did you want to see me about?"

Penelope actually really wanted to call him "Dad", but she knew in her heart that he wouldn't let her call him that. If she did, he would only think she was crazy.

"Penelope Sullivan." Dalton's voice was faint, crisp, and exceptionally cold.

He looked down at Penelope from a superior position, as if he was looking at a presumptuous jester.

"Yes, Mr. Hilliard, my name was Penelope Sullivan."

Actually, she should have been called Penelope Hilliard, but the surname of the Hilliard family was given to Lola, who had no blood relation to them.

Lola had stolen her most beloved man, and also, the parents and relatives who should have cherished her.

"Penelope, Lola is my precious daughter, who allowed you to harm her time and time again?!" Dalton's voice was tinged with obvious severity. His gaze, sharp and cold, was fixed on Penelope. That kind of coldness made Penelope want to cry even more.

Penelope was not a person who cried easily. Perhaps, children tend to become particularly spoiled in front of their parents. After knowing that Dalton in front of her was her father, facing his stern questioning, she felt particularly wronged.

"Mr. Hilliard, I never harmed Lola. I know you probably don't believe me, but I still want to say, I, Penelope, am innocent." Penelope wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes forcefully, she lifted her face to look at Dalton, speaking in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"You didn't harm Lola?! If you didn't harm Lola, how could she have been bullied repeatedly, making her life a living hell!"

"I am Dalton's daughter, whom I cherished as a treasure. Penelope, you dared to hurt her time and again. You... you deserve to die!"

A sudden pang gripped Penelope's heart, the suffocating pain almost left her breathless for a moment.

So, being misunderstood by one's own biological father was this heartbreaking.

Penelope's eyelids were half-lowered, her eyes filled with desolation. She knew Dalton didn't trust her. After all, he thought Lola was his biological daughter. Who would doubt their own child and trust a stranger instead!

So, Penelope didn't blame him.

But she also knew in her heart that this might be the last time she saw Dalton before she left this world. Even if he didn't believe, there were some things she had to say.

"Mr. Hilliard, I hoped you could go and have a paternity test with Lola, she was not your biological daughter."

I was your biological daughter.

The following sentence, Penelope didn't utter. She only hoped that he wouldn't continue to be deceived by Lola. As for her, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on, there was no need to acknowledge them anymore.

"Nonsense!"

Originally, Dalton was already furious enough that Lola had been bullied to this extent. Now, Penelope even dared to stir up the relationship between him and his daughter, his impression of her had deteriorated to the extreme.

"Penelope, Lola wasn't the daughter of Chelsea and me. Could it be, you are our daughter!"

"I had a paternity test with Lola, and it's absolutely certain, she is the precious daughter Chelsea and I lost! We lost her for so many years, causing her so much hardship. Now, she has finally returned to the Hilliard family, and I, Dalton, won't allow her to suffer any more grievances!"

Penelope's eyelashes trembled, the teary light in her eyes gradually fogging into a mist.

She and Dalton were biological father and daughter. Lola used her hair for a paternity test with him, and naturally, the result confirmed they were father and daughter.

She turned her face away, not wanting Dalton to see the vulnerability on her face. She took a deep breath before she spoke softly, "Mr. Hilliard, have you ever considered that Lola might know the whereabouts of your biological daughter, and that the hair provided by the Sullivan family for the paternity test might not actually be Lola's?"

"Penelope, Lola was indeed right, you're full of malice, utterly senseless!" Dalton had clearly lost his patience, "You've harmed Lola time and again, it's absolutely heinous. And now you're trying to sow discord between us, it's simply unforgivable!"

Before Penelope could explain, Dalton spoke again, his voice cold and deliberate, "Penelope, Lola has attempted suicide by cutting her wrists."

"Because of your persecution, she was in so much pain that she wanted to end her life."

"I should have, put all the grievances Lola suffered, onto you. But Chelsea is kind-hearted, if I went too far, she would definitely get angry."

"Penelope, I didn't let you fall into disgrace, I left you a shred of dignity, but the pain Lola endured from her wrist-cutting suicide, you must taste it yourself!"

Penelope shuddered violently, not out of fear, but sadness. Her own father, was actually going to, sever her wrist!

She had attempted suicide by slashing her wrists, she had endured too much pain, even if she were to slash her wrists again, she would be numb to that kind of pain.

She was just worried that once he knew about her background, he would regret it and feel sad.

Clearly, Chelsea knew about her origins. If she hadn't overheard Lola and Myra's conversation, she wouldn't have been so brutally hurt by them.

When she woke up, she found out that Penelope was no longer in this world, and moreover, she had died at Dalton's hands. How devastated she must have been!

Back then, how unbearable the pain must have been for Dalton!

She couldn't bear to see her parents so upset!

"Mr. Hilliard, you can't treat me like this!" Penelope forced herself to stay calm, but her voice still carried an unmistakable tremor that she couldn't suppress.

"I heard Mr. Lyman say that Chelsea woke up once after she fainted, she said not to hurt me. If you treat me like this, she would definitely be very upset."

Dalton was taken aback, he hadn't expected Penelope to know about this.

"Penelope, Chelsea indeed said those words, but she loves Lola more than herself. If you hurt her, she might spare you, but if you hurt Lola, she won't show you any mercy!"

Dalton's last bit of patience had been worn away, "Take action!"

Upon receiving Dalton's order, his bodyguards didn't dare to delay. They quickly stepped forward and rudely pinned Penelope to the ground.

Penelope slowly lifted her face, looking at Dalton whose face was stern and cold, treating her like an enemy. Her tears, like broken beads, rolled down.

When Dalton looked down, he saw Penelope's tear-streaked face.

For some unknown reason, he felt inexplicably sad.

However, thinking of the good things she had done for Lola, he had no pity left in his heart.

The cold, gleaming Swiss Army knife inched closer and closer to Penelope's wrist. She didn't know if the heartache had triggered the stomach pain, but Penelope was in so much pain that she couldn't stop convulsing. She couldn't muster any strength to struggle, she could only watch through tear-filled eyes as the sharp tip of the knife mercilessly cut into her wrist.