Chapter 280 Dad, Penelope was your daughter!

Wet the bed...

The upward curve of Lola's lips instantly hardened into clay, and her glass heart shattered beyond repair.

Everett didn't name names, but it was obvious that he was mocking her for her incontinence!

Lola's little face quickly turned the color of a pig's liver. She wanted to roar loudly, "You're the one who wet the bed! Your whole family wets the bed!"

However, she was an elegant and noble beauty, she couldn't do such a graceless foolish thing, she had to endure it with all her might.

"Puff..."

Penelope really didn't want to laugh, but Everett, such a cold man, suddenly became so sarcastic, inexplicably hitting her funny bone, she couldn't help it.

Seeing Penelope actually laugh, Lola's face turned even more purplish-black.

She could no longer maintain her facade of kindness and gentleness. Her face revealed a fierce expression, and she glared at Penelope menacingly, as if she wanted to devour her alive.

Penelope also had the potential to infuriate people to death. She seemed oblivious to Lola's face, which was a mix of green and red. She spoke nonchalantly, "Sorry, I accidentally imagined someone wetting the bed and couldn't help myself."

She was saying sorry, but there was no hint of apology in her voice. She lifted her face, putting on a sincere and concerned look, "Lola, it's really not good to hide your illness. If you're sick, you need to see a doctor! Although it's quite embarrassing to admit that you're still wetting the bed at your age, if you keep dragging it on, it could turn into a serious problem!"

"Right, you're also hospitalized now, aren't you? Is it for treating your incontinence? What did the doctor say? Can it be cured?"

The expression on Penelope's face was one of sincerity, as if she truly cared a lot for Lola.

"Medical science is so advanced now, it must be able to cure it! If it can't, it will be really troublesome in the future!"

"Oh dear, if you wet the bed every day, cleaning the sheets and mattress is really a big project! A friendly reminder, remember to wear adult diapers when you sleep in the future!"

Adult diapers?!

Ah ah ah!

Lola was screaming madly in her heart. How could her noble and coldly beautiful Lola wear something like adult diapers!

Lola was so angry that she almost ground the remaining teeth in her mouth to dust. The thought that Zackary had also heard about the diaper incident filled her with shame and indignation. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She could no longer stay in Penelope's ward, she dashed out like a madwoman.

Zackary stared at Penelope, who was smiling at the corners of her mouth and her eyes were curved when she dissed Lola. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with endless waves of light, stunningly beautiful.

Such vivid aura made him irresistibly intoxicated.

The Penelope in front of him overlapped in his mind with her face from four years ago, sometimes coy, sometimes annoyed. Zackary couldn't bring himself to stay mad at her anymore.

Really wanted to, give this face a good kiss.

After regaining consciousness, he realized that Lola had already stormed out. Fearing she might get into trouble, he didn't dare to delay and hurriedly chased after her.

Originally, Penelope was quite upset about Zackary picking on her for no reason. But now, every time she thought of Lola's devastated face, she felt extremely delighted.

Hey!

Adult diapers.

Suddenly realized, she was quite talented!

After narcissistically giggling for a while, Penelope realized that she was still nestled in Everett's arms.

She quickly struggled out of his arms and retreated a considerable distance, maintaining a relative distance from him.

"Mr. Murray, I'm sorry, just now..."

Penelope couldn't get the words out afterwards.

She couldn't always say that she didn't push him away just because she didn't want Zackary to think she still cared about him, could she?

No, it was him who inexplicably hugged her and even kissed her. She was the one at a disadvantage. Why should she apologize to him?!

But she couldn't exactly say, "Mr. Murray, who allowed you to kiss and hug me, apologize to me," could she?

This would inevitably bring up that kiss from just now, really so embarrassing.

Penelope just wished that the big Buddha would leave quickly.

However, Everett had absolutely no intention of leaving.

The apple he had just peeled a moment ago, its outermost layer, had already oxidized. He peeled off another layer, cut it into pieces, picked them up with a fork, and began to feed Penelope the apple.

Penelope quickly stepped back, "Mr. Murray, no need, I can eat by myself, really no need to trouble..."

Before Penelope could finish her sentence, the apple had already been stuffed into her mouth.

Of course, she couldn't spit it out, she could only swallow it stiffly. She felt as if she had been fed a poisoned apple.

Seeing Penelope eat the apple he had fed her, Everett was immensely satisfied.

He knew that she had been hurt too much and would not easily accept others. But he would try, subtly integrating into her life, allowing her to gradually get used to him, accept him, and never part again.

Being forcefully fed mouthfuls of apples, Penelope felt like crying.

Fortunately, Everett didn't stay in the ward for too long. He received a phone call, seemingly having an urgent matter to deal with. He arranged for a caregiver to come and take care of Penelope, then hurriedly left.

Penelope, however, let out a long sigh of relief, finally free from the harm of the poisoned apple!

Every breath was sweet!

By now, Lyman should have already arrived at the Hilliard family's. It's uncertain whether Dalton would believe that she is his biological daughter.

She was really nervous!

Lyman was floating as he walked, holding the appraisal report in his hand.

He straightened his back, striding into the living room with a heroic and high-spirited demeanor, imagining the incredibly satisfying scene of fiercely throwing the report in Dalton's face.

He had lived under the lewd tyranny of his father for many years, enduring nothing but beatings and scoldings. Now, he finally had the chance to mock his own father once. The thought of this scene was quite satisfying.

Lyman walked with an air of distinction, so much so that even the servants of the Hilliard family noticed their young master's uniqueness.

The servants looked at each other in disbelief, wondering if the young master had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Why did you walk like a pregnant woman?

Dalton was in his and Chelsea's room, having just finished breakfast. He carried a basin of water and carefully wiped Chelsea's hands and face.

The door of the room was wide open, Lyman walked in without knocking, with an air of nonchalance.

Lyman had secretly practiced the act of throwing this appraisal report in Dalton's face several times, but when he actually faced his father, who had a strong aura, his hand suddenly cramped.

Throwing a slap in his father's face might have felt good for a few seconds, but afterwards, he had to endure hours of severe beating!

It seemed, a bit not quite worth it.

"Dad, have you had breakfast?" Lyman asked Dalton, his face full of smiles and his flattery unmistakable.

Dalton glanced disdainfully at his foolish son, continuing to attentively wipe Chelsea's palms, too lazy to talk to him.

Lyman was so unwillingly overlooked.

But when he thought about how his mother was the apple of his father's eye, and he was just an unloved blade of grass, he quickly came to terms with it.

He weakly raised his hand, presenting the identification report to Dalton, "Dad, take a look at this report quickly! I've discovered something big! Lola is not my biological sister, Penelope is my real sister, your and mom's precious daughter!"