Chapter 92 The Filthy Woman, She Deserved to Die Even in Death!

Originally, Lola had a face full of wild arrogance. However, after Penelope's slap landed on her face, her expression instantly filled with pitiful sorrow.

"Sister, what on earth did I do wrong for you to hit me like this?! Sister, please, I beg you, stop hitting me, it really hurts!"

Penelope was not in the mood to play along with Lola's act, she just wanted to give her a good beating, preferably, tear apart her hypocritical yet malicious face!

She mustered all her strength, raised her hand, and once again fiercely slapped Lola in the face.

Just this time, before her hand could land on Lola's face, her wrist was rudely seized by a cold, hard hand.

Zackary.

"Penelope, who allowed you to hit Lola!"

Zackary's eyes, originally as gloomy as cold ice, flared up with anger once again when he thought of Penelope throwing herself at Lyman in the small apartment below just a while ago.

"I told you, if you dare to hurt Lola even a little bit, I will make you pay a thousand times, a million times over! Penelope, you really deserve to die!" Zackary, who was already strong, was now gripping Penelope's hand with all his might, almost crushing her wrist.

After parking the car, Lyman rushed over and this was the scene he saw. He was instantly frantic, he pulled Zackary away, "Zackary, have you gone mad?"

After pushing Zackary aside, he quickly and carefully held Penelope's hand, checking if she was injured.

Seeing the clear red marks on her wrist, Lyman was heartbroken.

"Penelope, does it hurt a lot? I know it must be very painful! Once we get home, I'll apply some medicine for you."

"Penelope, you're here!" Linda also noticed the situation over here, she was pushing her wheelchair towards this side, "Penelope, I know you and Corona are close, but what happened today is something none of us wanted. Don't be too upset."

Watching Linda, a white lotus flower no less than Lola in her prime, Penelope felt a murderous hatred.

She stared at her coldly, speaking word by word, "Linda, I just want to ask you one thing, were those four men brought by you and Lola?!"

"Penelope, what do you mean by that? What does it have to do with me if Corona doesn't respect herself and flirts around?" Linda looked purely innocent, "Those men all said that they find women who just had a miscarriage disgusting. If it wasn't for Corona constantly seducing them, how could they lower themselves to touch her?!"

"Corona really, just gave birth and instead of resting properly, she's out there seducing men! She's ruining her health, and that's a lifetime matter! Women, they should really be more restrained!"

Hearing Linda's words, Penelope was so furious that her eyes almost bled.

Her Corona, such a good Corona, was already ruined by these people. They even had the audacity to label her recklessly. What right did they have!

Just because, they could distort the truth, just because they had no shame?!

The intense hatred had completely robbed Penelope of her sanity. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she managed to overturn Linda's wheelchair.

Penelope had heard Corona say that the disabilities Linda claimed to have were all pretense.

But now, in front of so many people, Linda couldn't let everyone see that she could actually walk. She could only fall to the ground with the wheelchair, letting her body fall on the sharp rocks.

"It hurts! Devon, it hurts so much! Save me!"

Devon, who had been standing on the edge of the seaside cliff as if in a trance, gradually regained his shattered sanity after hearing Linda's voice.

He quickly walked up to Linda and carefully lifted her from the ground.

His eyes were as red as if they had been soaked in fresh blood. Penelope didn't know whether the blood that instantly congealed in his eyes was due to Corona's death, or because Linda had been pushed down by her.

The rock was sharp, and it had cut a large, ghastly gash on the back of Linda's hand.

She covered her hand, her brows furrowed in pain, "Devon, it hurts! It hurts so much! I don't know what I did wrong, Penelope wants to kill me! I'm her own cousin!"

Penelope didn't defend herself. In front of Devon, a man who was unfaithful and couldn't distinguish right from wrong, there was simply no need for her to defend herself.

At that time, all she wanted was to personally slay these devils who had killed Corona, to pay tribute to her departed soul!

"Devon, why did you let Corona take the blame for Linda?! You knew full well that it wasn't Corona who committed the murder, it was Linda!"

Before Devon could speak, Penelope sharply questioned again, "Why did you brutally kill the child in Corona's womb?! That was your own flesh and blood! Even a tiger does not eat its cubs, Devon, you are worse than a beast!"

"She deserved it!"

The crimson in Devon's eyes deepened. His words seemed to be directed at Penelope, but they seemed more like he was trying to convince himself.

"A wicked scoundrel, a woman who only knows how to seduce men, even if she died, she deserved it!"

"Yes, she ruined Linda, she's unclean, this kind of woman should have died long ago! She's not worthy at all to bear children for me, Devon!"

"Bang!"

Penelope slapped Devon hard across the face. She knew, as a nobody with no background, daring to hit the renowned Mr. Burke of Sea City was practically a death wish. But now, Penelope was not afraid, truly not afraid.

The people she cared about the most were all gone. There was nothing left in this world that could threaten her. As a person on her deathbed, she had nothing to lose. What was there left for her to fear!

She was only afraid that before her death, she would not be able to avenge Corona and Ethan, and make those who hurt and harmed her pay the price they deserved!

"Penelope!"

When Devon was slapped, he immediately wanted to break Penelope's hand.

Of course, Lyman wouldn't let him hurt Penelope. He quickly stepped in front of her, "Penelope, don't be afraid, I won't let anyone bully you!"

If it had been a normal day, if a woman had dared to slap him, even if that woman was his best friend's woman, Devon would never have let it go lightly.

But at that moment, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to harm Penelope.

That woman, she really died! That woman, who always followed him like a little puppy, sweetly calling him 'brother', she really could never come back!

And Penelope, her best friend, his cold, hard heart suddenly softened a bit.

The pain was still uncontrollable.

No! He didn't care about that malicious and cheap woman, yes, he didn't care! He didn't care at all!

"Devon, you repeatedly hurt Corona, even killed the child in her womb, pushing her to the brink. You don't regret it at all, do you?!"