Chapter 83 Penelope, come over here now!

"Penelope, bring the stuff over within half an hour!"

Things?

Penelope was taken aback, but almost immediately, she understood Zackary's meaning.

He was in a hurry for her to send a set for him and Lola!

Seeing Lyman bring the ointment, Penelope momentarily ignored Zackary. She turned her face to him, "Mr. Hilliard, thank you for today. It's getting late, you should go home. I can apply the medicine myself later."

"Penelope, it's inconvenient for you to apply medicine to the wound on your back by yourself, let me do it for you!" Lyman's eyes were full of tenderness. Afraid that Penelope might misunderstand, he quickly continued, "Penelope, I don't mean anything else, I just want to help you apply the medicine!"

"If you were still not reassured, I could blindfold myself."

Penelope was amused by Lyman's anxious demeanor, "Mr. Hilliard, I'm not worried. I didn't lie to you, I'm fine, I really can apply the medicine myself."

"I had been learning dance since I was a child. Even if my left arm was not functioning, my right arm was quite flexible. I could apply medicine by myself, no problem."

Lyman was truly worried. According to him, he wanted Penelope to be hospitalized.

But he knew that Penelope didn't want to spend the last moments of her life in the hospital, so he didn't insist.

"Mr. Hilliard, you've been troubled enough today, you should go home and rest early."

"Penelope, if you keep being so polite with me, I'm really going to get angry!" Lyman feigned an angry expression, "What trouble? Standing up for my Penelope is my pleasure, where's the trouble in that!"

Glancing at the severely damaged door of the small apartment, Lyman continued, "Penelope, your door is broken, it's not safe. Why don't you come and stay at my place? It would be easier for me to take care of you."

"Penelope, don't misunderstand, I was just trying to take care of you conveniently and for your safety."

"Mr. Hilliard, I know." Penelope smiled gratefully, "But it's really not necessary. I'll call the property management in a bit, they'll handle the door issue."

"As for safety, the truth is now out in the open, I think Kemp wouldn't lay a hand on me anymore."

Seeing Penelope so stubborn, Lyman didn't insist. He gave her many instructions about wound care before he reluctantly left.

After Lyman left, Penelope quickly changed out of her wet clothes. Her back was burning with pain, and it hurt even more when it was touched by the clothes, making her question her existence.

Penelope found an old piece of clothing, cut off the fabric from the back, put on a loose coat, and only then did the pain lessen significantly.

The box of ointment that Cornelia gave her really worked. The back of her hand, which was injured in the morning, had improved a lot after applying the ointment.

She briefly disinfected her wounds with alcohol, then began to apply medicine to them.

Before she had even finished applying the medicine, she had already received several more messages.

"Penelope, roll over to me!"

"If I can't see anything within half an hour, you'll bear the consequences!"

Looking at the cold Goldwaldian characters on the phone screen, Penelope could almost imagine how fierce and cold Zackary's expression was at that time.

With a bitter smile in her heart, she still picked up her phone and sent him a text message, "Mr. Spencer, can I not come over tonight? I really don't feel well tonight."

After some thought, Penelope composed another message, "Could you have the villa's servant buy it first? I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Uncomfortable?! You're not feeling well now, are you?"

"Penelope, were you on Lyman's bed just now?!"

"Appear before me within half an hour! Otherwise, tonight, I will send Corona on its way!"

Looking at the last text message sent by Zackary, Penelope's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She truly felt that he was too bullying. But what could she do? He always managed to accurately grasp her Achilles' heel.

In this world, the person she was most worried about was Corona. After her death, she didn't know how many hardships Corona would have to go through.

Ethan didn't have surgery, she still had 160 thousand dollars in her hand, all of which she would leave to Corona.

She donated her body, and the beneficiary would also be Corona. But even if she left her money, she knew in her heart that her days would not be good.

Having changed into a thicker coat, Penelope picked up the bag on the table and headed towards the outside of the small apartment.

The cold wind was biting, messing up Penelope's long hair. She walked outside the community, feeling as if her body had already frozen into an icicle.

She was really badly hurt by Kemp today, with large wounds on her back and legs.

Her severed finger was continuously bleeding, and even though she was wearing gloves, she could still clearly feel the dampness.

Fortunately, the gloves she wore were black, so even if blood kept seeping out, it couldn't be seen. This way, she wouldn't accidentally scare anyone in the middle of the night.

There was a supermarket outside the Silverybay Estates villa area. Penelope had the taxi driver stop outside the supermarket, where she went in to buy the things Zackary wanted.

She had originally agreed to buy him the smallest size, but she knew in her heart that if she really bought that size, she wouldn't be able to get away so easily tonight.

She was really in pain, weak and tired, she really didn't want to hassle with Zackary, so, she still bought the largest size.

After leaving the supermarket, Penelope adjusted her coat and accidentally touched the wound on her back, causing her to wince in pain immediately.

In her youthful recklessness, she had discussed a very profound issue with Corona.

What was the difference between being alive and being dead?

Corona said, being alive is warm, everything turns cold when you die.

She said, living allowed one to embrace the light, but in death, one must eternally rest underground, swallowed by darkness.

Now, she finally understood what the biggest difference between being alive and being dead was.

Living, it hurts. Dead, there's no need to hurt anymore.

She wouldn't have to hurt soon.

On the gate of Zackary's villa, the glaring sign was still hanging, which Penelope found ironic, "No Entry for Penelope Sullivan."

There were dogs in Zackary's villa, and now she, Penelope, could also enter.

However, it was once again thanks to Lola.

Seeing Penelope, the person who rang the doorbell, the villa's butler didn't say a word this time. He directly led her to Zackary's room door, then silently retreated.

Penelope really didn't want to knock on the door and go in.

In case he and Lola were in the heat of a fierce battle, and she walked in and saw something she shouldn't have, it could be quite an eye-opener.

Penelope turned around, intending to ask the villa's butler to help bring the things in, but he slipped away too quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was already downstairs, and she couldn't catch up with him.

Unable to ask others to do it for her, Penelope had no choice but to deliver it herself.

She silently prayed in her heart, hoping that Zackary and Lola had not been so eager to start a war.

She raised her hand, but before she could knock, the door in front of her was abruptly pulled open.