Chapter 8 Penelope Kills Chelsea!

"Ah!"

Lola immediately screamed out. She covered her face hard. But no matter how much strength she used, her face ached even worse.

Penelope was slapped up.

Her pale face was slapped sideways. The corner of her mouth was bleeding. Penelope couldn't feel any pain. She was even amused.

Penelope found the man she loved so stupid.

"My face!" Lola's face was swollen and red, looking very scary. It hurt so badly that Lola's teeth were chattering. "Zackary, it hurts so much... I can't open my eyes. I think I am blind!"

"Lola, you'll be fine. Trust me."

Zackary carried Lola in his arms gently and went to the doctor's office directly. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and looked down at Penelope. Zackary spoke slowly.

"Penelope, you'd better hope that Lola is all right. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer!"

Penelope let out a sneer.

She laughed at herself in a low voice. Penelope lost the baby in her belly, and Ethan lost the only cure. Penelope was already suffering. She wondered what Zackary would do to punish her.

Luckily, the tomato soup had cooled a little in the pan. Lola wasn't disfigured and didn't become blind.

But the soup was hot, and Lola's face had been beaten badly by Penelope. Thus, Lola looked very miserable.

Chelsea heard about what happened to Lola. She went to the hospital in a hurry and didn't even wait for Dalton.

Chelsea was about to push the door to Lola's ward when she heard people talking in the room.

The door to the ward was ajar. Chelsea slowly pushed it open a little and saw the scene in the room clearly. Penelope's mother, Myra Evans, was holding Lola's hand and crying sadly.

"Lola, if anything happens to you, I can't live alone."

"Mom, don't worry about me. Zackary will protect me. He won't let go of Penelope this time!"

Myra wiped off her tears. "Penelope is such a bitch. How could she do this to you? I'm going to let her pay!"

Chelsea was just about to push the door open. But hearing what Myra said, Chelsea suddenly froze.

She was a mother and knew how much a mother would love her kid. Chelsea couldn't believe that Myra just called Penelope a bitch.

Chelsea subconsciously thought there was something wrong. Then, she heard what Myra said next. "Lola, what if people know who you truly are?"

Lola looked confident. "Mom, don't worry. The doctor said Penelope would die in a month. When she dies, no one will know that she is the real daughter of the Hilliard family."

"What? That bitch is dying! She should have died a long time ago." Myra was overjoyed.

Chelsea's bag fell to the ground heavily and made a sound.

Chelsea had no idea that she would overhear such a big secret today. Lola wasn't her daughter. Penelope was!

Hearing the sound at the door, Myra and Lola looked over at the same time. Seeing Chelsea, they both panicked.

"Mom..."

Chelsea was so shocked that she couldn't help but quiver. She pushed the door open. "Lola, is what you just said true?"

Lola tried to act cool. "Mom, what is true? I don't know what you are talking about."

"Lola, you aren't my daughter. Penelope is my real daughter, isn't she?" Chelsea glared at Myra coldly. "Why did you lie to me?"

Knowing that Chelsea had heard everything, Lola suddenly calmed down.

She looked around viciously. The greatest strength of the VIP ward was that it was quiet. And Zackary had booked the whole floor Lola was on. So, no one would notice it if someone was killed there.

Lola got up from bed. Her voice was creepily tender. "Mom, I'm your daughter. Why would I lie to you? Mom, how could you not believe your daughter?"

Seeing Lola approaching her slowly, Chelsea realized something. She turned around and wanted to leave. However, Myra had locked the door.

Chelsea's wrists had gotten hurt. She couldn't fight back with her hands. Lola controlled her easily and bumped her head on the wall fiercely.

When Chelsea was about to die, Lola took out a knife from nowhere. "Mom, let every secret be buried under the ground with you. Besides, it's Penelope who kills you, not me."

While saying that, Lola used all her strength and stabbed the knife into Chelsea's chest repeatedly and heavily.

Myra covered Chelsea's mouth tight. Even if Chelsea wanted to cry for help, she couldn't make any noise.

Chelsea slowly closed her eyes in despair.

Lola didn't let go of the knife until she stabbed Chelsea three or four times.

It wasn't her first time killing. But after all, Lola had called Chelsea Mom for a long time. Her hands were uncontrollably shaking.

Lola reached out her shaking hand to feel Chelsea's breath. "Mom, she isn't breathing. By whatever means, you must lure Penelope here!"