Chapter 493 Penelope, I was your mother
Cornelia didn't want to upset Chelsea, but at this point, she couldn't lie to her anymore.
"Chelsea, there aren't many days left for Penelope..."
Chelsea's vision went black for a moment, she felt as if the world was spinning. Even though Dalton was holding her tightly, her legs kept trembling weakly, and she just couldn't stand up.
Not many days were left...
Chelsea's heart ached so much that it was almost numb, it was as if a thousand arrows had pierced her heart.
Tears streaming down her face, she stepped forward and tightly grasped Penelope's little hand. She extended her other hand, gently caressing her small face.
Her treasure seemed so fragile, as if the wind could break its life. She couldn't protect her treasure.
"Penelope, I'm sorry..."
Chelsea choked up as she began to speak, she didn't want to appear so pessimistic in front of Penelope. She tried hard to force a smile, but as the corners of her mouth lifted, that smile turned out to be even uglier than crying.
"Penelope, it was Mom's fault, it was Mom who didn't recognize you earlier, causing you to suffer so much and endure so many grievances. Penelope, I'm sorry, Mom is sorry..."
Seeing Chelsea in this state, Dalton felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, "Chelsea, don't cry. I will definitely find a way to cure her. I won't let anything happen to our daughter."
"Dalton, don't talk to me!"
The person Chelsea hated the most was Dalton, she really didn't want to hear his voice at all.
The thought of her precious one suffering from such a serious illness, almost dying, and Dalton repeatedly hurting her, made her want to slap her to death.
She had heard Cornelia say that she, Jayden, and Lyman had all told Dalton that Penelope was their precious daughter, but he didn't believe it.
Chelsea's heart ached with a tremble. Her Penelope wanted to acknowledge her parents, but her biological father not only didn't believe her, but also helped Lola bully her. How sad she must have been!
"Chelsea..."
In his youth, Dalton was extremely arrogant and unrestrained. He had been in a high position for many years, and his pride made him seem even more aloof. He had a bad temper, and over the years, no one dared to shout at him!
However, in the face of Chelsea, all his arrogance, all his bad temper, no longer existed, only boundless indulgence and tenderness remained.
Don't mention Chelsea cursing at him, or yelling at him, even if she stabbed a knife into his heart, he would only worry about whether her hand would hurt.
Seeing Chelsea both angry and constantly shedding tears, Dalton felt so upset that he also wanted to cry.
He tightly held Chelsea's small hand, "Chelsea, I was wrong. I was blind, not recognizing our precious daughter, and letting her suffer so much. Chelsea, I owe you an apology, and even more so to our daughter."
"Chelsea, I'm sorry..."
"Woo woo..."
Chelsea threw herself into Dalton's arms, her hand pounding forcefully against his chest. "Dalton, are you blind?! You blind man! Can't you see that Penelope looks more like me than Lola does?! Why won't you acknowledge our daughter!"
"You even forced her to slit her wrists! You even wanted to throw her off the roof! Dalton, you bastard! You bastard!"
"Chelsea, yes, I'm a jerk, please don't be angry anymore. You can hit me, yell at me, just please stop crying, okay?"
Dalton had received intense training from a young age, practicing martial arts and fitness had become a habit. He persisted in exercising all year round. Although he was nearly fifty, his body was stronger than many young men.
Chelsea's pounding on his chest didn't cause him any pain. Instead, it was Chelsea's little hands, now red, that made him feel particularly heartbroken.
He was afraid that her hand would hurt more, so he quickly grabbed her hand, "Chelsea, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save our daughter! I will definitely make her survive!"
Chelsea didn't speak anymore, just silently sobbing. She too wanted her precious daughter to survive, but she knew in her heart, this time, Penelope truly couldn't make it.
Cornelia knew better than anyone how skilled she was in medicine.
Back then, Della was so seriously ill that the hospital said she was incurable. Yet, Cornelia still managed to keep her alive for so many years, and she is still doing well up to now.
But now, Cornelia said, she couldn't save Penelope anymore...
In other words, her Penelope was truly beyond cure.
Seeing Chelsea in such distress, Cornelia also felt uncomfortable in her heart.
Especially seeing Penelope lying in bed, pale and frail, her eyes were sore and the pain reached deep into her heart.
If Penelope had died, Ethan would have lost his mother, Chelsea would have lost her daughter, she would have lost her acknowledged daughter-in-law. Everyone's heart would have been missing a big piece!
She wished for Penelope to live a long life, but sometimes, even the best medical skills could not turn the tide.
Lyman's eyes were red-rimmed as he let out a heavy sigh. He had just thought about comforting Chelsea, telling her not to be too upset, when he saw Penelope slowly open her eyes.
Penelope dared not close her eyes again.
As soon as I closed my eyes, it was an endless, terrifying nightmare.
In her dream, a mist of blood enveloped everything. Her Ethan was being harmed in this dense blood fog. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't save him.
She could only accompany this seemingly endless terrible nightmare, her heart tormented as if by a knife, turning to ashes bit by bit.
"Ethan..."
"Penelope, you woke up!"
Lyman was overjoyed to hear Penelope's voice, and Chelsea quickly rushed to the bedside, firmly grasping her hand.
"Penelope...."
Chelsea had so many things she wanted to say to Penelope, but before she could even utter a word, her tears were already rolling down her cheeks in big drops.
She had finally found her real treasure, she should have been happy, but at that moment, all she wanted to do was cry.
"Aunt Chelsea?" Upon seeing Chelsea, Penelope's eyes filled with evident surprise, "Aunt Chelsea, you finally woke up, that's great."
In fact, Penelope wanted to call Chelsea "mom", but Dalton was always unwilling to accept her. He just stood by, and she was afraid that calling her "mom" would make him angry, so she could only call her "aunt".
"Penelope, I was your mother!"
Chelsea cried even harder, "Penelope, you are my biological daughter! You are my treasure!"
"Penelope, would you call me mom?"
Penelope couldn't hold back the reddening of her eyes either. As she lifted her face, she saw Dalton standing by the side again.
Dalton had forcibly slit her wrists, and today, he even had someone throw her off the roof.
Thinking of his cruelty towards Lola for her sake, Penelope's body involuntarily shuddered.
Seeing Penelope's fear of him, Dalton felt increasingly guilty and self-blaming. He was somewhat embarrassed to apologize to her, but he was more afraid of making Chelsea upset. He still slightly lowered his head and spoke to her with utmost sincerity, "Penelope, I'm sorry, Daddy was wrong."