Chapter 478 She would be loyal to Mr. Murray for life

Pleasing him?!

Pleasing my ass!

Penelope was so angry that she wanted to swear. Seeing a few throw pillows on the sofa next to her, she casually grabbed one and without any hesitation, threw it at Zackary's face.

"Mr. Spencer, you were really sick! Give Ethan back to me! I was Ethan's legal guardian, was it illegal for you to take Ethan away like this?!"

"Legal guardian?"

Zackary expressionlessly threw the pillow that had hit his face onto the ground. Suddenly, he curled his lips, the maliciousness in his eyes spreading rapidly like layers of fog.

Seeing the smirk on his lips, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Penelope's heart. Sure enough, the next second, he stood up and fiercely smashed a piece of paper onto his face.

Custody Decision Document.

Clearly, Ethan had already been awarded to him.

Penelope stared incredulously at the paper in front of her, a custody ruling. From filing to judgment, it should have taken several months at least. Zackary, how had he obtained this ruling in such a short time?!

Power, money, did they really have the ability to reach the heavens?!

"Penelope, I was the guardian of that foolish cripple, you were nothing, what right did you have to come here and make a fuss, wanting to take away that foolish cripple?!"

Zackary casually took a step forward, forcing Penelope to involuntarily step back. He elegantly snatched the verdict she was holding in her hand, his smile becoming increasingly cruel.

"Penelope, as the guardian of that stupid cripple, it was my kindness that allowed you to see him. If I didn't let you see him, it would serve you right! Penelope, this is your only chance in this lifetime. Please me, and I will let you see that stupid cripple one last time. Otherwise, you won't see him again in your next life!"

Penelope was both anxious and resentful, her body suddenly stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

She forcefully leaned against the wall beside her, preventing herself from falling. However, the tremors coursing through her body were something she just couldn't suppress.

She took several deep breaths before she finally regained her voice.

"Zackary, even if I were to die, I would never let you touch me again! As for Ethan... he is a part of me, you have no right to take him from me! Give him back to me! Give my Ethan back to me!"

"Penelope, are you preserving your chastity for Everett?! Do you like him that much?! Even though he's already had a wife and children, you're still devoted to him?!"

Zackary was closing in, step by step. Behind Penelope was a wall; she had nowhere else to retreat.

He pinned her against the wall tightly, his eyes as red as blood, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"Penelope, even though I despise that foolish cripple, he still carries my blood, he is my flesh and blood, Zackary's. It's impossible for him to follow a mistress who doesn't even know decency, just for the sake of power!"

"I was not the mistress!"

Penelope knew that what had happened at the Civil Affairs Hall today had already spread on the internet.

Countless people cursed her as shameless, called her lowly, and labeled her as a vixen.

More people were clamoring for this shameless mistress to die.

But she was upright and unafraid of her shadow slanting, no matter how harsh the online abuse was, she was guilt-free.

"I believed in Everett, she could not have been married, had children! No matter how many people slandered me and Everett, in this life, I, Penelope, have chosen him!"

"Yes, I was preserving myself for Everett! I was his fiancée, even if we couldn't get our marriage certificate today, I was still going to marry him. I, Penelope, only wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, naturally, I was going to be loyal to him forever!"

"What a lifetime of loyalty!"

Zackary's face was livid with rage. He had grown up with Everett since they were kids, he knew him better than anyone else.

Of course, he knew that the so-called revelations about Everett's wife and children that mysteriously appeared on the internet today were definitely fake. However, he just couldn't stand Penelope's unwavering trust and deep affection for him.

"Penelope, I'd like to see how you, a woman who can have any man, could remain faithful to Everett all your life!"

Saying this, Zackary lowered his face, and his lips fiercely pressed onto Penelope's.

"Zackary, don't touch me!"

Penelope raised her hand and slapped Zackary's face without any hesitation.

Zackary's face had already been unpleasant enough, but when Penelope dared to slap him, his expression became even more sinister, as if he wanted to tear her soul apart and destroy it.

He rudely grabbed her hand, his movements becoming increasingly wild. Penelope gritted her teeth, ready to kick him hard, when she saw Ethan standing at the top of the second-floor staircase.

Just a day had passed, but Ethan seemed to have gotten thinner.

He was taller than most children his age, yet he was almost skin and bones, which made him look more like a thin, long bamboo pole. It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

His little face was still a ghastly pale, and in those eyes that once shone brilliantly, there was nothing but a lifeless, desolate silence.

He stood at the stairway, neither crying nor laughing, with no focus in his eyes, like a fragile doll carved out of white porcelain.

"Ethan..."

Hearing Penelope's voice, Zackary instinctively looked towards the stairs. Seeing Ethan, pale and fragile, standing at the top, he felt a pang in his heart. The force he had exerted on her involuntarily lessened.

Ethan finally woke up, and Zackary was actually happier than anyone else in his heart.

He would never tell Penelope how his heart ached when the servant informed him that Ethan had accidentally ingested an excessive amount of pesticide.

He wouldn't tell anyone that when Samuel was driving them to the hospital, he had been tightly holding Ethan's hand, repeatedly calling his name, his eyes rimmed with red.

He would only show an indifferent face to Ethan and Penelope, as if he harbored a deep hatred for him, only calling him a stupid cripple over and over again.

"Ethan!"

Penelope forcefully pushed Zackary away, she lifted her foot and dashed towards the stairs like a madwoman.

However, she ultimately failed to hold Ethan. She hadn't even climbed the stairs when several bodyguards appeared at the staircase. They tightly shielded Ethan behind them, their demeanor clearly indicating that she didn't stand a chance to even hug her Ethan.

"Move! Move out of my way!"

Penelope continued to charge forward, reaching out forcefully. She wanted to grab Ethan's little hand, but before she could touch Ethan's hand, several bodyguards seized her shoulders without a word and dragged her down the stairs.

She could only watch her Ethan getting further and further away from her with red eyes.

"Let me go! Ethan! Give Ethan back to me!"

Penelope's voice had already taken on a distinct sobbing tone, but there was not a shred of pity in the eyes of these bodyguards. They seemed like emotionless tools, still dragging her towards the direction of the living room door.

The living room door was suddenly pushed open, and Lola, dressed in a bright red dress, brushed her long, waist-length waves, then walked in with a myriad of charm.