Chapter 290 Penelope, don't flatter yourself!

Zackary had hurt Penelope time and time again, so naturally, Lyman didn't want him to tend to her wounds.

He gripped Penelope's small hand tightly, his baby face cold as he addressed Zackary, "Zackary, spare me your false kindness! You've helped Lola bully Penelope time and time again, stop playing the good guy here!"

"Lyman, let go! I'll tend to her wounds!" Zackary didn't argue with Lyman, but simply repeated what he had said earlier.

"No need! Zackary, you were the cat..."

"Alright, then take her to the hospital! Her wrist has been bleeding, it would be better to wait until her blood has stopped!"

Lyman, "..."

Lyman swallowed, maintaining his stance, "There's a pharmacy outside! I can buy medicine to stop Penelope's bleeding first!"

"I had medicine in my car, a wound medicine that my mom developed."

Zackary spoke calmly, "What, the medicine from the pharmacy is more effective than the healing potion my mother made? Or, do you have the ointment my mother made?"

Lyman was completely speechless.

Although he really wanted to be strong and not care about Zackary's help, he had to admit that compared to the hemostatic drugs in the pharmacies outside, the ointment developed by Cornelia was much more powerful.

In order to expedite Penelope's recovery, he had no choice but to temporarily submit to authority.

Seeing that Lyman had stopped talking, Zackary forcefully pulled Penelope into his arms.

They had already broken up, severed all ties, Penelope didn't want to be so close to him.

She exerted force with her hands, trying to break free from his embrace. However, he directly lifted her horizontally. Coincidentally, the elevator in front of them opened, and he carried her straight into it.

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me!"

"Ah, ah, ah..." It wasn't until the elevator doors slowly closed that Lyman realized his Penelope had been abducted by the wicked Zackary.

He said to use his medicine, but he didn't say to let him take Penelope away!

Lyman hurriedly chased after them, but they had long since disappeared.

Zackary had directly placed Penelope in the back seat of the car. Penelope didn't appreciate him applying medicine for her. She reached out her hand, ready to open the car door and get out.

"Penelope, behave yourself!" Zackary said sternly as he searched for the ointment.

"Mr. Spencer, I didn't need you to treat my wound! I wanted to get out of the car!"

Penelope pulled hard on the car door, but it wouldn't open.

Being in such a confined space with Zackary made her uncomfortable. She forcefully pushed him away and continued to pull the car door.

"Penelope, if you want to mess with me, keep moving around!"

Zackary turned around and firmly held Penelope.

Suddenly, Penelope dared not move.

What kind of person Zackary was, she knew best. Even if they had broken up, if he wanted to force himself on her, her little strength would not be able to resist him.

Penelope didn't want to add insult to injury after the breakup, so she simply lay quietly in the back seat, motionless.

Just now, the two were close together, and Penelope was constantly struggling, which indeed made Zackary lose control.

But he wasn't that much of a beast either. Her wrist was still bleeding, and yet he did such a thing to her.

He had just said those words purely to scare her.

Seeing Penelope calm down, he stopped talking. He got up from her and quickly rummaged through the car for ointment and cotton swabs.

He rudely grabbed Penelope's hand, his actions seeming forceful and impatient. However, when unwrapping the bandage on her wrist, he was extraordinarily careful.

Even, for fear that she would be in pain, tiny beads of sweat seeped from his palm.

The wound on her wrist was severely torn open. Clearly, someone had roughly yanked her wrist.

She had two distinct scars on her wrist.

Among them, one had turned into an ugly scar. He knew, it was because Kemp had forced himself on her, leading her to slit her wrists in suicide.

And this time, her wrist was bleeding profusely because she had forced someone on Lola, and Dalton came to settle the score with her, to teach her a lesson.

Thinking of all the good things she had done for Lola, the tenderness in Zackary's eyes gradually faded away, replaced only by a coldness as icy as frost.

"Penelope, don't flatter yourself!"

As Zackary cleaned the blood seeping from Penelope's wrist, he spoke emotionlessly, "I disciplined Devon tonight, and I'm treating your wound, not because I care about you!"

"I treated you this way only because I didn't want you to die so easily! You hurt Lola over and over again, you are my sworn enemy. Even if I cut you into a thousand pieces, it would still be too good for you. Don't think you can die so easily!"

"I know." Penelope said, her eyelids half-lowered, her voice steady and unflustered.

Zackary, "..."

She knew jack shit!

Zackary truly felt that his mentality was quite twisted. He didn't want Penelope to think that he cared about her, but after he made it clear that he wouldn't care about her, her casual remark that she knew, made him feel as uncomfortable as possible.

But no matter how upset he was, he would never admit that he cared about Penelope.

"Penelope, it's important to know one's own worth! I look down on you, and I would never hand over the Spencer family's wealth to that foolish cripple. In the future, don't harbor any delusions!"

Sometimes, I really didn't want to hurt anyone, but some hurtful words just couldn't be held back.

Zackary told Penelope, she could tolerate, but she couldn't bear him trampling on Ethan's dignity like that!

She lifted her face, and in an instant, a multitude of prickles stood up on her body, "Mr. Spencer, you have no right to talk about Ethan like that! His leg will get better! It will definitely get better!"

"Moreover, he became like this, all because of you! What right do you have to call him a fool and a cripple?! Mr. Spencer, you're not worthy!"

"Also, Mr. Spencer, you said you looked down on me. In fact, I, Penelope, also looked down on you!"

"Yes, once, I was with you, even bore you a child, but so what! A man who was with a woman who wet the bed, who knows if he carries her scent! I, Penelope, may not be a clean freak, but I detest filth!"

"Penelope!"

Zackary set the medicine aside, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Penelope. This woman, she actually dared to say that he smelled of Lola's urine?!

How dare she!

Besides, he was fresh and clean, where was that disgusting smell?!

"What, has Mr. Spencer lost his temper out of embarrassment?!" Penelope slightly lifted her chin, resembling the proud princess in the castle.

"If Mr. Spencer got angry, it only proved that I was right. You were guilty, you really did have Lola's scent on you!"

Taking advantage of Zackary's moment of distraction, Penelope quickly opened the car door and dashed out.

She had only taken a few steps when she felt a sharp pain in her back, and her body was forcefully pressed against the stone pillar in the underground garage.

Zackary's lips pressed down heavily, carrying a tremendous rage.

"Penelope, I'll let you try right now to see if I really have that kind of scent!"