Chapter 29 Penelope Is Lyman's Mortal Enemy

Lyman was quite scared of Zackary. For as long as Lyman could remember, he was no match for Zackary at all when it came to fighting.

Yet no matter how scared Lyman was at usual times, he wouldn't lose his manhood when Penelope, the woman he had feelings for, was present.

He yelled at Zackary gloomily, "What's wrong with you, Zackary? Did you hear I was singing? With you making such noise, how was she supposed to hear me sing?"

Zackary didn't say anything. He stood up from the sofa with a cold look on his face.

Lola was worried that Zackary might compete with Lyman for Penelope. If so, she would be utterly embarrassed.

She clutched his hand and said in a voice that no one else but him could hear, "Zack, you still care about Penelope, don't you? Have you forgotten how our baby died? Zack, you're making me so sad."

"I'm sorry, Lola."

Zackary sat back on the sofa, not looking at Penelope or Lyman again.

Lola was relieved that Zackary no longer did anything that worried her. Meanwhile, she hated Penelope's guts even more.

To Lola's surprise, Zackary couldn't get over Penelope, and even Lyman had fallen for Penelope.

She thought, "Lyman thinks of me as his sister, and yet he has always been lukewarm to me. On the contrary, he likes Penelope at first fight.

"Is it true that two people with the same mother always bond no matter what?

"No! I will never allow Penelope to have anyone to rely on!"

She gritted her teeth and then raised her voice, saying, "Lyman, do you know who makes Mom suffer like this?"

"Who?" Lyman frowned. He indeed didn't know who made his mom, the person he loved the most, suffer. He had asked Dalton, but Dalton wouldn't talk. He was so frustrated, yet still, he couldn't get the answer whatsoever. He didn't expect Lola to know the truth.

"Tell me, Lola! If I know who the chief culprit is, I'll make the one suffer!"

"It was Penelope, my foster mom's daughter, who did that to Mom. She is that gorgeous you were talking to." Lola looked at Penelope sharply and sternly. "Penelope, you already killed my baby. Why did you go after my mom?"

"How is that possible?" Lyman muttered incredulously. It had never occurred to him that for the first time he had ever liked a woman, the woman turned out to be his mortal enemy.

"Gorgeous..." Lyman said. Then he corrected himself, saying, "Penelope, my Mom is a kind, nice woman. Why would you do that to her?"

Penelope didn't want to be misunderstood, so she hurriedly defended herself, "No, I didn't harm Chelsea! Mr. Hilliard, I know you probably won't believe me no matter what I say, but I still have to make it clear to you that I have nothing to do with Chelsea getting hurt!

"By the time I arrived at the ward that day, Chelsea was already seriously hurt. I have no idea why everyone is so determined that I am the one who hurt her.

"I like Chelsea a lot since I was just a little girl. When I was a girl, I was bullied and covered in mud. It was Chelsea who picked me up. She has been and will be my idol for my life. I'll hurt myself before hurting her!

"Mr. Hilliard, there were no cameras in the ward, so I couldn't identify the killer or prove my innocence. It's fine if you do not believe what I say."

Penelope didn't dare expect Lyman to believe her. After all, Zackary, whom she had loved for so many years, did not believe her. Why would a man she had only met possibly believe her?

She was almost certain that Lyman would regard her as the chief culprit who made Chelsea suffer, and Lyman would avenge Chelsea, his beloved mother!

"I believe you, Penelope."

Lyman looked into Penelope's eyes for a long while and then slowly said, "I said it before that I trust my eyes, and I trust my heart even more."

He thought, "If it was indeed Penelope who hurt Mom, with Dad's character, Penelope would have been tortured miserably by now. She wouldn't have been able to walk around as if nothing had ever happened. I'm sure that there's something more to it."

"Gorgeous, I'm sure that with Aunt Cornelia, my mom will wake up soon. When she wakes up, the truth will come out. By then, we'll know everything, and I'll clear your name."

"Mr. Hilliard..."

Penelope didn't want to cry. She didn't want to cry in front of so many people whatsoever, but Lyman had made her feel so warm today that she couldn't hold back her tears no matter what.

She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Mr. Hilliard, thank you!"

There were so many things she wanted to say to Lyman, and in the end, all her words came in one sentence.

She thanked him.

She thanked him sincerely. He made her feel that someone in this world could still distinguish right from wrong.

In fact, she was kind of amazed and surprised. She had never met Lyman before, and yet she just had an indescribable attachment to him. That feeling had nothing to do with romantic relationships. It was more like the feeling existing among relatives, and she couldn't help but want to be near him.

"Silly girl. Stop crying. Your face will be a mess." Lyman grabbed Penelope's hand. "Let's go. I'll take you to wash your face. You look so ugly with your face covered by snot and tears."

Girls all wanted to be pretty, but Penelope didn't take offense to Lyman calling her ugly at all. On the contrary, she felt so warm and happy.

She was immersed in such feelings so deeply that she didn't come back to her senses till he brought her to the women's room.

She hurriedly pulled back her hand. "Mr. Hilliard, I can go inside myself."

"OK. I'll wait for you." It wasn't until they reached the bathroom door that Lyman realized he would look like a pervert if he followed her to the women's room.

Of course, he didn't want to be regarded as a pervert.

He was about to turn around when he noticed the obvious blood on her white glove.

He grabbed her hand at once. "Silly girl, what happened to your hand?"

Penelope didn't expect Lyman to notice the blood that had just seeped out of her glove. She hid her hand behind her back hurriedly. "Nothing. It's just a scratch."

Lyman obviously didn't buy it. He grabbed her hand forcefully and took off her glove.

The wound in her severed finger had festered and stuck to her glove. Since he tore off her glove violently, she was in great pain, and it hurt her so much that even her lips were shaking uncontrollably.

"Silly girl..."

Seeing the wound, Lyman was so furious that his eyes turned red. He grabbed her wrist with all his strength. "Tell me. Who did this to you?"

"I was being careless," Penelope lowered her head and said softly.

Despite all the prodding from Lola and Pennie, Kemp was the one who did it to her. She didn't want to do anything to go against her best friend.

"Do you really expect me to believe that? We'll go to the hospital now!"

Penelope didn't want to go to the hospital, as it would cost her money. Yet though Lyman had a good temper, he was also very stubborn. She couldn't say no to him and had to follow him to the hospital.

Lyman insisted Penelope be hospitalized. She refused resolutely and finally, she managed to change his mind. Yet he asked her to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.

Penelope was afraid of spending too much money, so early the next morning, she asked to be discharged.

Lyman was helpless and could only send her home.

Penelope had just gone upstairs when she saw Zackary standing in the doorway of her apartment, his eyes scarlet.