Chapter 41 A Torture That Killed Her Spirit.

Penelope gave a bitter smile, "Choking again, there's no originality at all."

Penelope closed her eyes wearily, then slowly opened them again. She truly had no energy to deal with Zackary anymore. She didn't even want to eat now. All she wanted was to quickly take Ethan home and get a good sleep in her bed.

"Speak!"

Zackary's eyes were blood red, like a beast feasting on human flesh. It seemed as if, if Penelope couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would swallow her whole in the next second.

"Penelope, that bastard, was it Ralph's seed or Lyman's?!"

Due to anger, Zackary's hands were trembling uncontrollably. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, making him appear even more violent and brutal, like a demon.

In the past, Zackary had always believed that Ethan was Ralph's offspring. However, that night, after hearing Lyman claim Ethan as his son, coupled with the striking resemblance between their faces, he suddenly became unsure of who Ethan's real father was.

Thinking back to four years ago, Penelope not only flirted with Ralph, but also with Lyman, and even had many men behind his back. Zackary wished he could tear the woman in front of him limb from limb.

Ralph? Lyman?

Penelope truly thought that Zackary's question was extremely bizarre. He was willing to believe that Ethan was the offspring of any other man, but he just refused to believe that Ethan was his own flesh and blood.

So hilarious!

"Mr. Spencer, you didn't recognize Ethan again. Whose child is he, what does it have to do with you!"

Penelope's indifferent attitude infuriated Zackary to the point of almost exploding on the spot.

The strength in his hand suddenly tightened, "Penelope, that bastard looks so much like Lyman, he's Lyman's seed, isn't he?!"

The first time Zackary choked me, it really hurt. Maybe the pain was too frequent, so I just became numb to it.

Even though he had choked her to the point where she could hardly make a sound, Penelope still felt no pain.

She was only left with a fatigue that made her too lazy to even move.

In fact, she didn't know why Ethan looked so much like Lyman. Perhaps, it was fate, or maybe, it was just a coincidence.

But she couldn't be bothered to say these words to Zackary. She just lazily fluttered her eyelids and spoke with some difficulty, "Mr. Spencer, you sure do meddle a lot!"

"We are already divorced, my affairs have long been none of your business!"

"Mr. Spencer, you used to always tell me not to humiliate myself. Now, I'm telling you, stop humiliating yourself!"

"When I loved you, you were my everything. When I didn't love you, you were nothing to me!"

"Zack, I no longer loved you. So now, you mean nothing to me!"

"Penelope, say it to me again!"

Penelope opened her mouth, refusing to let herself suffocate. She took a deep breath forcefully, then resumed her self-mocking expression.

At that moment, even though she was being choked by Zackary, in a state of disarray, she still exuded a sense of world-weary detachment and an unbreakable nobility.

"Mr. Spencer," I said, "you're nothing! Since you're nothing, please stop bothering me in the future!"

"We parted ways, let's not humiliate ourselves anymore!"

"Bang!"

Zackary violently kicked open the door of the men's restroom nearby. A man, trembling with fear, hastily pulled up his pants, didn't dare to lift his head, and scurried downstairs.

Seeing that the men's restroom was empty, Zackary forcefully pulled Penelope inside.

Of course, Penelope didn't want to go in, but her strength was no match for Zackary's. By the time she reacted, she had already been pinned against the door.

With a clatter, Zackary locked the bathroom door from the inside.

"Mr. Spencer, let me out!"

Imprisoned in such a place, Penelope was extremely anxious. She tried hard to unlock the bathroom door, but before she could succeed, Zackary had already tightly gripped her wrist. It hurt so much that she couldn't move at all.

Penelope instinctively arched her body, trying to alleviate the pain she was feeling. The pain in her wrist, however, continued to increase rather than decrease.

Moreover, she didn't even know what was wrong with her body. She had just taken several painkillers, yet her stomach started to hurt again.

Penelope was in so much pain that cold sweat was pouring from her forehead, and the pain was so intense that her consciousness was somewhat blurred.

She could only mumble, "Mr. Spencer, let... let me out, I... I need to find..."

Ethan was still in the box, she wanted to find Ethan, but before she could finish her sentence, her stomach suddenly cramped, making her so uncomfortable that she couldn't even catch her breath.

Zackary, however, interpreted her eagerness to leave as a desire to find Lyman, which infuriated him even more.

He roughly grabbed her shoulder, "Penelope, dreaming of finding Lyman, you wish!"

Saying so, he suddenly lowered his face and almost viciously bit her lip.

Having known Zackary for so long, she was very clear about what he wanted to do next.

She struggled desperately, not wanting to let him succeed.

Every time Zackary tormented her, her clothes would never remain intact. If he really did such a thing to her here, how could she, in such a disheveled state, face Ethan!

She didn't want to believe that even her beloved Ethan looked down on her, thinking she, as a mother, was dirty.

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me!"

Thinking of something, Penelope quickly spoke up, "Mr. Spencer, we're already divorced! You can't treat me like this anymore!"

"Yes, we were already divorced, we were already divorced..."

Zackary frowned. It was he who had proposed the divorce, but hearing the word 'divorce' repeatedly from Penelope's mouth, he still found it unspeakably grating.

Suppressing the inexplicable irritation in his heart, Zackary's voice, filled with intense disdain and coldness, said, "She's nothing more than a woman who's been with everyone. What, a transaction paid in full, still needs a marriage contract?!"

Saying this, Zackary counted out a large stack of money from his wallet and harshly threw it in Penelope's face, "400 dollars, I've overestimated you!"

Bills fluttered and scattered all over the ground. Penelope stiffened, her gaze blankly sweeping over the money.

She only felt that each and every banknote had turned into a sharp knife stained with blood, each one ruthlessly stabbing into her heart, leaving it bloody and unrecognizable.

Despairing pain once again swept over Penelope's body mercilessly. She numbly stared at the immaculate white door in front of her, her face suddenly losing all expression.

Don't cry, don't laugh, there was only the desolation of the walking dead.

Zackary treated her like this in public, ultimately, he didn't even let her be a person.

"Penelope!"

Hearing Lyman's anxious shouts outside the door, there was even less focus in Penelope's eyes, they were completely hollow.

If Lyman had seen Zackary doing this to her in the men's restroom...

Alternatively, Lyman had come over with Ethan...

"Penelope!" The urgent knocking on the door rang out. Penelope closed her eyes in despair, feeling a chill run through her body. For a moment, she felt as if she was already dead.