Chapter 492 Dalton Knew the Truth, and He Was in Agony

Penelope was already at the end of her tether. Having been exposed to the cold wind for so long today, her emotions fluctuating wildly, and just now, she had clung desperately to the railing, her body suspended in mid-air, exerting so much strength. The moment Lyman pulled her up and held her in his arms, she could no longer hold on and fell into a deep faint.

"Penelope...."

Watching Penelope, unconscious in Lyman's arms, Chelsea's tears fell heavily.

Especially when she saw Penelope's worn-out palms, her tears broke through the dam instantly.

Seeing Chelsea constantly shedding tears, Dalton was almost heartbroken.

He wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes and comfort her, but he knew deep down that he was the person Chelsea despised the most at the moment. He was afraid that his approach would only upset her more. So, he could only stand carefully in place, always waiting for her summons.

Later, seeing Chelsea's tears continuing to fall, Dalton couldn't bear it anymore. His face full of appeasement, he softly said, "Chelsea, stop crying."

"Dalton, I didn't want to see you!"

A lump formed in Dalton's throat, he felt bitter inside, he wanted to cry.

When his wife was in a coma, he lost his appetite, staring at her longingly, dreaming of her waking up. Now, she finally woke up, but didn't want to see him, he was truly heartbroken.

He didn't know if kneeling by the durian tonight, his wife would be willing to give him an extra glance.

If it were a normal day, seeing Dalton being so despised by Chelsea, Lyman would definitely have taken pleasure in his misfortune. But now, seeing Penelope's lifeless demeanor, he didn't even feel like gloating.

"Cornelia, Penelope has fainted! Hurry up and check on her, see what's going on with her now!"

Chelsea was shaking uncontrollably with anxiety, she couldn't even stand steady and needed Cornelia's support. She quickly let go of her hand, "Penelope can't be in trouble! You need to go check on her!"

In treating a patient, traditional medicine did not only rely on pulse diagnosis, but also observation, listening, and questioning, all of which were means to understand the patient's condition.

Seeing Penelope's pale face without a trace of blood color, and her lips so white they were cracked, she knew just how bad her condition was.

She stepped forward, grabbed Penelope's wrist, and carefully took her pulse.

Penelope's condition deteriorated faster than she had imagined, it was feared that she only had a few days left.

She looked at Penelope in Lyman's arms with a heartache. Seeing her expression, Lyman already understood how bad Penelope's situation was.

On his handsome face, which was always radiant with sunshine, there was a vast loneliness, and a deep sorrow that could not be dispelled.

Without Cornelia's support, Chelsea's body was swaying unsteadily. Dalton, fearing that she would fall and hurt herself, didn't care that he was still being despised by others. He quickly stepped forward and tightly embraced her into his arms.

"Dalton, don't touch me!"

Chelsea was really angry with Dalton now. Lyman had just told her on the road about how he had forcibly slit Penelope's wrist for Lola. The thought of her precious daughter being bullied so harshly made her not want to deal with this infuriating man at all.

"Chelsea, I..."

Dalton had a face full of flattery, but seeing Chelsea turn her face away, not even bothering to glance at him, he didn't dare to continue to annoy her. He could only temporarily shut his mouth, just obediently supporting her, making sure she didn't fall.

"Cornelia, how is Penelope now?" Chelsea asked nervously, fearing that something might have happened to Penelope.

In Cornelia's eyes, uncontrollable sorrow was written all over. Chelsea had just woken up, she really didn't want to upset her, but Penelope's condition was getting worse and worse, some things simply couldn't be hidden.

"Chelsea, let's take Penelope downstairs first. It's not convenient for me to treat her here."

Until Penelope was carried into the room by Lyman, Dalton's heart was still filled with endless doubts.

He spoke softly to Chelsea, "Chelsea, wasn't our daughter named Lola? How did she suddenly become Penelope?"

Chelsea was still seething with anger. She spoke to Dalton in a huff, "Back at the hospital, the reason I got hurt was because I accidentally overheard Lola and Myra's conversation. Lola is not our daughter at all, that's why they wanted to kill me!"

"What?!" Dalton couldn't help but exclaim in shock. He couldn't dare to imagine that the ones who had hurt Chelsea in the past were actually Lola and Myra.

He wasn't foolish either. He had misunderstood Penelope before because he was truly convinced that Lola was the precious child of him and Chelsea. Now, after hearing her words, many things had suddenly become clear to him.

If Penelope was their daughter, then perhaps, it was Lola who wanted to turn Chelsea into a living dead some time ago!

He had always been misunderstanding and hurting his own daughter, yet he treated Lola, this venomous snake, like a treasure!

Penelope had told him multiple times that she was his biological daughter.

But, what had he done?

He didn't trust her, he forcibly slit her wrist, and this time, he even attempted to throw her off the rooftop.

He was too ashamed to face his precious daughter!

There was a wall nearby for support, Chelsea abruptly let go of Dalton's hand, too angry to even glance at him again, "Cornelia, why hasn't Penelope woken up yet? Her complexion looks really bad, Cornelia, tell me, what exactly is going on with Penelope?"

"Chelsea..."

After applying medicine to Penelope's palm, Cornelia turned her face and softly began to speak to Chelsea, "Penelope, she... she..."

Upon hearing Cornelia's words, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Chelsea's heart. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her fingers trembling incessantly, "Cornelia, tell me quickly, is Penelope sick?!"

"Chelsea, Penelope... she... she had late-stage stomach cancer, I... I couldn't save her."

Chelsea stumbled violently, and had Dalton not caught her in time, she would have already fallen to the ground.

At that moment, she couldn't even bother to push Dalton away. Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head vehemently, "No! I don't believe it! Cornelia, I don't believe it!"

"My Penelope was so good, how could she possibly have had late-stage stomach cancer? Cornelia, did you see it wrong? I don't believe Penelope could have had late-stage stomach cancer."

Dalton's handsome face, as wild and rebellious as in his youth, was also filled with shock and pain. He tightly held Chelsea, who was on the verge of collapse, in his arms. He couldn't help but speak with a trembling voice, "Cornelia, it's impossible for Penelope to have late-stage stomach cancer! It's impossible for her to have late-stage stomach cancer!"

She was his and Chelsea's treasure, they had missed her for over twenty years, letting her suffer so many grievances. They had only just found her after so much difficulty, they hadn't yet given her a warm home, hadn't yet heard her call them 'Dad' and 'Mom'. How could she, how could she contract this damn disease?!

It felt like several lifetimes had passed before Chelsea finally spoke, her voice trembling, "Cornelia, how many... how many days does Penelope have left?"