Chapter 85 Penelope was injured, Mr. Spencer was in agony.

Dead...

Zackary's heart skipped a beat at his own thoughts. Seeing the slight rise and fall of her chest, his heart slowly settled back down.

Just now, she said he was injured. She is feeling very upset now. He thought she was making an excuse to remain chaste for Lyman, but it turned out she wasn't lying. She was really hurt.

Gently pulling her into his arms, a tremor and fear that even Zackary himself hadn't noticed echoed in his voice, "Penelope, tell me, who did this to you!"

"Penelope, you spoke to me!"

In response to him, there was only a large patch of stickiness in his palm.

Looking at the glaring bright red, Zackary's face grew increasingly grim. Thinking about how this woman didn't cherish her own body, tormenting herself to this state, he was so angry he wanted to throw her out of the window.

He could see the undisguised vulnerability on her little face, and he couldn't bear it again.

This woman, when awake, always held her chin up slightly, defiant enough to make people want to tear her apart. Only when she was asleep, would she reveal such a docile and submissive side.

He could only curb his resentment and not be so confrontational with her when she was completely unaware.

He knew that Penelope must have been injured more than just her back.

He had just thought about thoroughly checking her injuries when he noticed a small patch of bright red staining his shirt.

That was the place where her hand had swept over.

Zackary grabbed the glove on Penelope's left hand. He was about to pull it off, but he was worried that it might hurt her, so he involuntarily slowed down his movements.

The glove had already been stuck to her wound by the blood that had seeped out. Even if he didn't want to hurt her, removing the glove also pulled at her wound.

The glove was removed, bringing with it a small splash of blood. Zackary felt the pain, yet she still lay on the bed, motionless.

There were obvious scars on her arms and legs. Seeing her originally fair and jade-like skin become unrecognizable, Zackary's handsome face instantly turned into a sheet of ice.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Isabella, "Sister, bring the medicine and come over here!"

Afraid that Isabella's dawdling would delay Penelope's injury treatment, he added, "Hurry up!"

Isabella had studied medicine under Cornelia. She didn't have much interest in medicine, but she was naturally intelligent. Even though her medical skills were not as good as Cornelia's, compared to many doctors outside, she was still quite impressive.

Of course, the best person to treat illnesses was Cornelia, but Zackary was afraid she would get angry. There were some things he didn't want her to know, so he settled for the next best thing and sought out Isabella.

Anyway, Isabella came over and used the wound medicine prepared by Cornelia, the effect wouldn't be bad.

Isabella actually came over quite quickly, thinking that Zackary was injured. However, to her surprise, upon arrival, she saw him sitting by the bed with a dark face, calling Samuel, showing no signs of injury at all.

There was a person lying on the bed. Because her face was turned towards the inside of the bed, her face couldn't be seen. However, judging by the silhouette, it was a woman.

Moreover, this figure, was clearly not Lola.

Isabella instantly became curious, just as she was about to turn the woman's face to see who she was, Zackary grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch her!"

Isabella rolled her eyes dramatically, "Don't touch her? How am I supposed to apply the medicine if I can't touch her!"

After stopping Isabella's inappropriate advances, Zackary continued to call Samuel, "One hour! Find out who hurt her! Otherwise, you can forget about your bonus for this year!"

Samuel lamented, "Boss, one hour, this time is really a bit tight, can you see if you can..."

"That half an hour!"

"No need, no need! Boss, just one hour! One hour, I promise to investigate the ancestors of the person who bullied Ms. Sullivan up to eighteen generations!"

For hygiene purposes, Isabella had meticulously washed her hands in the bathroom before tending to Penelope's wound, so she didn't hear what Zackary had just said to Samuel on the phone.

Looking at the wound on Penelope's back, Isabella couldn't help but exclaim, "Bro, they say the older you get, the lonelier you become, but it seems like you're just getting weirder as you age!"

"How did you get all these injuries, huh?"

Thinking of the words Cornelia had said that day, Isabella felt inexplicably sad, "Brother, if you really don't like women, you could just be with men! Why do you insist on using women to experiment, and torment them like this!"

"Look at this delicate skin and tender flesh, what has it become? Is it easy for a young girl like me?"

Isabella gave the icy silent Zackary a push, "Little brother, is what mom said true? Do you really like Lyman? A few days ago, I read a Boys' Love novel, the protagonist was so handsome! But you and Lyman are even more handsome! In the future when I read, I can directly imagine you two!"

A thought occurred to her, and Isabella's brow furrowed with even more worry. "Little brother, you're acting so strange tonight. You weren't upset by Lyman earlier today, were you?"

"I did think you and Lyman were a good match, but there's nothing we can do, Lyman likes women, my dear brother, you have to accept it!"

"Isabella, would you die if you didn't speak?!"

Zackary's attitude was so bad that Isabella couldn't stand it anymore. She abruptly got up from the bed, "Zackary, what do you mean?! Do you know how much my appearance fee is? Do you know how much I'm worth per minute? I've wasted my precious time to come and help you, and you're still not satisfied, aren't you?!"

Isabella became more and more angry as she spoke. She had originally intended to have a fight with Zackary, but she couldn't ignore the patient on the bed. She suppressed her fiery temper and focused on treating Penelope's wounds.

Isabella hadn't learned Cornelia's skill of taking pulses, but this minor injury certainly didn't stump her.

She deftly found the disinfectant specially made by Cornelia from the medicine box and carefully cleaned Penelope's wound.

Penelope had been quite dizzy, but a sudden severe stomach cramp jolted her awake. Coupled with the pain in her back, she slowly opened her eyes.

Feeling someone smearing something on her back, she subconsciously turned her face.

When she clearly saw Penelope's little face, Isabella, who originally had a lively expression, was instantly shocked and stood still on the spot.

"Penelope?!" Isabella put down the disinfectant in her hand, she abruptly grabbed a pillow from the side and fiercely smashed it into Zackary's face.

"Zackary, you couldn't get Lyman, so you abused his girlfriend. Are you even human?"

"Zackary, we, the Spencer family, are all upright and decent. How did we end up raising a deviant like you!"

"You thought you could succeed in taking Lyman's place and win him over by tormenting his girlfriend to death?! Let me tell you, you're even less likely to get Lyman that way! He lost his beloved, he will hate you for a lifetime!"

"No, I must call Lyman! I absolutely won't allow you to use such unfair means to break up Lyman and Penelope!"