Chapter 89 The humiliation he brought her, tore her heart apart.

Penelope truly thought that Zackary was sick, she really wanted to suggest that he go to a mental hospital for treatment.

However, she needed help from him and didn't want to offend him right off the bat.

She could only suppress her raging anger, trying to speak in as calm a tone as possible, "Mr. Spencer, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"You don't know?" The malice in Zackary's eyes grew even more intense. "Penelope, all you ever do is play innocent in front of me!"

"Speak! How many times have you slept with Lyman?! Even when you're hurt, you still try to please him in bed, how the hell can you be so cheap!"

"Mr. Spencer, please show some respect when you speak!" Even with Penelope's good temper, she couldn't tolerate Zackary's inexplicable madness. "I've told you, there's nothing as dirty as you think between Mr. Hilliard and me!"

"Ha! Acting innocent in front of me again? Penelope, you really disgust me!"

Penelope discovered that people really can become immune to certain things. For instance, the first time Zackary called her disgusting, she felt as if her heart was going to shatter.

And after hearing it many times, those hurtful words were nothing more than a slight itch.

Truly lacking the energy to continue arguing with him, Penelope closed her eyes wearily, then slowly opened them again, "Mr. Spencer, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Linda killed someone by accident, and Devon wanted Corona to take the blame. Mr. Spencer, I know you were there at the time, I hope you can help prove Corona's innocence."

"Green Mountain Prison was no place for a human being. In just one night, Corona was already covered in bruises and wounds..."

With her neck gripped by Zackary, speaking was already difficult for Penelope. Coupled with the thought of Corona covered in blood, her throat choked up severely, leaving her unable to utter a word for a moment.

After calming down for a while, she was able to continue speaking normally to Zackary, "If she continues to stay in Green Mountain Prison, Corona will definitely not be able to hold on. Mr. Spencer, I beg you, please help Corona testify, can you prove that she is innocent?"

Zackary coldly let go of Penelope's neck, his lips curled up in a chillingly cold and violent smile, "Penelope, is this how you beg for mercy?!"

Penelope was terribly distressed, but she still respectfully bowed her head and pleaded softly to Zackary, "Mr. Spencer, please save Corona."

"Penelope, it's not impossible for me to save Corona,"

Zackary's voice was slow and drawn out, "Serve me well! If you can satisfy me, I will clear her name!"

Penelope's expression stiffened, she hadn't expected that he, having seen her injuries last night, would still make such a request to her.

She gently bit her lip, "Mr. Spencer, could you possibly change the condition? You saw it last night, I was injured, I can't meet your demand. Apart from this condition, as long as you're willing to save Corona, no matter what you want me to do, I'm willing!"

"Ha!"

Zackary sneered, as if possessed by a demon, "Penelope, you're injured and can't serve me, but you can still find ways to please Lyman, can't you?!"

"I didn't!" Penelope denied subconsciously. The relationship between her and Lyman was truly one of mutual respect. She really didn't understand why Zackary always thought so badly of people.

After hearing Penelope's words, the sneer at the corner of Zackary's mouth became even more contemptuous. He was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang.

After hanging up the phone, he didn't speak immediately, but looked at Penelope as if he was sizing up a jumping jack.

"Penelope, you wanted to use the excuse of Corona's pregnancy to get her out on bail, didn't you? But now, I'm afraid your plan is going to fall through."

"What do you mean by that?!" Penelope's heart gave a sudden jolt, "Mr. Spencer, please clarify your words! What do you mean my plan has failed!"

Zackary couldn't be bothered to play coy with Penelope either. He spoke expressionlessly, "Devon has already killed that child!"

Devon had killed the child in Corona's womb...

Penelope's body staggered violently, and even though she pressed hard against the wall in front of her, she still had trouble standing.

The one in Corona's belly was indeed Devon's own flesh and blood!

She didn't understand, why these men could be so ruthless!

Was it the same with Zackary and Devon? Did they both lack hearts?!

No!

They all had intentions.

It's just that Devon's heart was with Linda, and Zackary's heart was only with Lola!

"Penelope, satisfy me!" There was not a shred of mercy on Zackary's face, only the usual coldness and brutality. "Otherwise, you can look forward to Corona rotting in jail!"

Before she could speak, Zackary had already taken the lead and walked into the room. Penelope followed him numbly. The door had been repaired by someone Lyman found. With a light touch, the door was already tightly closed.

The living room was actually not small, but standing stiffly in front of Zackary, Penelope still felt a sense of breathlessness.

She didn't want to beg Zackary in this way, her body couldn't bear his torment. She also didn't want to, once again, place her dignity under his feet for him to trample.

But she didn't want Corona's fifteen years to be wasted in that hell on earth where the sun never shone.

Corona's child was gone, she even lost her chance for bail, now the only way to save her was through Zackary's testimony.

Penelope shakily walked up to Zackary, her teeth chattering non-stop.

Anyway, she was already close to death, anyway, she was already so dirty, being buried in the yellow earth with even more filth, it didn't matter anymore.

Seeing Penelope just standing there, motionless, impatience was written all over Zackary's cold, handsome face.

Especially when he thought of how she served him so reluctantly, yet couldn't wait to throw herself into Lyman's arms every day, the hatred in his heart spread rapidly like wild grass.

Feibo's thin lips moved slightly, he commanded emotionlessly, "Strip!"

Upon hearing Zackary's voice, Penelope's body involuntarily shuddered again.

In the end, she still reached out, slowly taking off her coat.

After being on the run for so long, the wound on her back had split open again. The blood had stuck to the fabric inside her coat, and pulling it off caused a burning pain.

But these pains, compared to the pain in her stomach, were really not worth mentioning.

She suppressed the urge to bend over and hold her stomach for some relief, and continued to struggle to take off her clothes.

Actually, she wanted to tell Zack, "Zack, my stomach really hurts, can I go take some medicine first?"

She knew in her heart that he would not agree, so she did not further humiliate herself.

Her clothes completely shed, she stood rigidly in the living room, the embarrassment, as if waiting to be torn apart by thousands of people.

Before she could even hug herself for some warmth, she heard his voice again, chilling as if it came from hell.

"Penelope, kneel! Beg me... I want you!"