Chapter 421 Penelope, You Are Guilty!

"Luisa..." Penelope murmured.

She indeed had met Luisa and had even given her gifts.

However, she gave her the gift as she was entrusted by someone else.

That day, she went out and happened to run into her high school desk mate, Salma.

Salma was in a hurry to catch her flight, but she also had something urgent to give to her mother. Seeing Penelope, she felt as if she had seen a great savior, and asked her to deliver the item to her mother.

During high school, Penelope had a pretty good relationship with Salma. When an old classmate asked her for a small favor, she certainly had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, Salma said, her mother was Luisa, the old housekeeper of the Hilliard family. Penelope had a personal motive, she was hoping that she could take this opportunity to sneak a peek at Chelsea. Even if she couldn't see her, it would be nice to stand outside their villa and take a distant look.

Having known her old deskmate, Penelope, for many years, she naturally had a great deal of trust in her. Of course, she couldn't possibly think of her in a negative light.

She didn't have a particular penchant for prying into others' privacy either, she didn't look into the contents of the canvas bag, but simply took it to the Hilliard's villa to find Luisa.

Salma had contacted Luisa in advance, saying that she would wait for her outside the villa and she could just come directly. Delivering a thing, it couldn't be simpler. She never imagined that she would be set up like this.

The rims of Penelope's eyes were slightly red. She knew that Salma had helped Lola plot against her, but she still wanted to ask clearly, why she would harm her like this.

"Mr. Spencer, I indeed delivered something to Luisa, but I was acting on someone else's behalf. My high school desk mate asked me to deliver a canvas bag to her. Whether you believe it or not, I never intended for her to harm Aunt Chelsea."

Penelope said, hastily pulling out her phone from her pocket. She had saved Salma's contact information that day. She quickly dialed her number and called her.

Soon, the call connected, and Penelope took a deep breath, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

"Salma, what exactly did you have me deliver to your mother, Luisa, that day?"

"Penelope, what are you talking about? Are you feeling unwell? When did I ever ask you to deliver something for me? And who is Luisa?"

"Salma, did you help Lola set me up?! Salma, why would you do such a thing?!" Penelope really thought it was quite foolish to ask someone why they treated you this way after they had set you up.

But she couldn't understand, couldn't understand why her desk mate, who was so clean and bright, would do such a thing to her.

Could it be that a person, for their own selfish desires, could really disregard everything else?

Was conscience, justice, kindness, and fairness all worthless in their hearts?!

She couldn't figure it out!

"Penelope, what are you talking about?! I haven't been in touch with Lola for so many years! How could I possibly design you for her! Penelope, are you okay? If you're feeling unwell, you must go to the doctor immediately. I'm really worried about you in this state..."

Penelope really couldn't stand Salma's hypocritical and disgusting words anymore. She stiffly extended her finger and abruptly hung up the phone.

What was the point of making this phone call?

However, it just further proved that she was betrayed by the friend she trusted.

"Penelope, what else do you have to say now?!"

Zackary was very close to Penelope, he could hear Salma's voice clearly over the phone. As he looked into her eyes, there was an indescribable disappointment.

She was caught on camera giving money and medicine to Luisa, the evidence was already irrefutable. Unexpectedly, she still stubbornly tried to drag others down with her, in an attempt to prove her so-called innocence.

What a pity, the testimonies were not well coordinated, and it failed.

"I, had nothing to say."

Penelope's eyelids were half-lowered, the desolation and self-mockery in her eyes were impossible to conceal.

Yes, what else did she have to say?

Days ago, Lola and her group had already started setting a trap. Even her trusted friends were involved in setting her up. She was even filmed delivering gifts to Luisa. No matter what she said, those people only believed in the so-called evidence.

Her defense, in their eyes, was nothing more than sophistry. Why should she waste her breath any further!

Truly, no matter how much you talk to someone who believes in you, you never feel tired.

Speaking to someone who fundamentally didn't believe in you, uttering a single sentence, filled with exhaustion.

She was so tired that she really didn't want to say another word to Zackary.

"Penelope, you admit it was you who harmed Aunt Chelsea, don't you?!"

Zackary's hand, which had been around Penelope's neck, had long since loosened. Seeing the faint red mark on her neck, his heart ached. But thinking of all the good things she had done, his heart was instantly swept away by a surge of hatred.

He, unable to forgive this extremely wicked woman!

"Mr. Spencer, I didn't hurt Chelsea!"

Saying this, Penelope turned around and continued to open the door of the small apartment, she was not in the mood to continue dealing with Zackary.

Originally, seeing the desolation and helplessness on Penelope's face, Zackary's heart ached a bit. Now, seeing the undeniable evidence right in front of him, and she still refused to admit it, he suddenly became angry.

"Penelope, confess, you are guilty! You harmed Aunt Chelsea, you are guilty!"

Zackary forcefully flipped Penelope's body over, his demeanor clearly indicating that he would not stop until she admitted her mistake.

Penelope really didn't want to get entangled with Zackary, but she also couldn't accept this groundless accusation.

She lifted her face, her eyes misty with heavy moisture. Yet on that pale little face, there was a stubbornness that was heartbreakingly poignant.

"Mr. Spencer, I am Penelope, upright and honest, with a clear conscience, what crime have I committed!"

"Penelope!"

Penelope's unrepentant demeanor completely infuriated Zackary. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, letting out a chilling laugh, "Penelope, I will make you confess! I will leave you speechless!"

A stiff arm shot out quickly, and the next second, Penelope's body was forcibly pulled into his embrace.

A wave of dizziness hit, and Zackary directly hoisted her up, quickly heading towards the direction of the elevator.

"Mr. Spencer, let go of me!"

Being carried like this by Zackary, Penelope felt extremely uneasy. She tried hard to break free from his grip, but a sudden severe pain in her stomach made her body curl up like a shrimp. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she couldn't move at all.

Her stomach was spasming more and more severely, everything was hazy along the way. By the time Penelope's vision gradually cleared, she realized that she had been thrown into a pitch-dark place by Zackary.

There, it greatly resembled the dungeon that had once confined her and Kemp for four years.

Those painful, unbearable memories flooded into Penelope's mind like a tide. She frantically waved her hands, desperately trying to break free from the shackles of this cage.

She didn't want to taste that kind of hidden pain and torment anymore.

"Let me out! Get me out of here! Zackary, get me out of here!"

Penelope steadied herself, struggling to get up. She hadn't even managed to stand up against the wall when she felt a pain in her chin. Zackary had rudely grabbed her chin.

There was another bottle, pressed tightly against her mouth. Clearly, he was trying to pour something into her mouth.