Chapter 93 Sought but Not Obtained, Cut Off from Descendants!

Regret?

Devon staggered slightly, his eyes filled with a mist of blood. The layers of hardness on his body could hardly conceal the vulnerability that was about to burst out from his heart.

But in the end, he spoke decisively, "She was full of sins, she deserved to die!"

"Ha!"

Suddenly, Penelope couldn't help but burst into laughter. She looked at the vast ocean in front of her, laughing so hard that she was bending forward and backward, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

Corona, did you hear that? He didn't regret it! He didn't regret it at all!

Corona, this was the man you devoted half of your life to, the man you deeply loved!

Penelope stifled her laughter, tearing her gaze away from the surging waves and glaring resentfully at Devon in front of her.

"Devon, you were able to say such words today, I only wish for you to never regret it in your lifetime!"

"Time can't be turned back, Devon, I only wish you a life without regrets!"

Penelope really wanted to stab the cold-hearted man in front of her, but unfortunately, she didn't have a sharp knife, and she was no match for him.

She could only, with all her strength, curse him.

"Devon, for what you've done to Corona, I curse you! May you spend your life yearning for what you can't have, and may your lineage end with you!"

"Penelope, you're really too thoughtless! How could you speak to Devon like that! He is your brother-in-law, after all, you..."

"Linda, and you!" Before Linda could finish her words, Penelope had already coldly cut her off, "As you sow, so shall you reap! Do you think God will always turn a blind eye?! The good deeds you've done to Corona, one day, you will pay the price!"

"You thought, by stealing Corona's jade pendant, by taking away this heartless man, you could be happy?!"

"Linda," I told you, "you're dreaming! I only wish for you to live a long life, but one filled with hardships, unbearable pain!"

After saying this, Penelope couldn't be bothered with Linda, Devon, and Lola anymore. She stumbled forward, running all the way to the edge of the cliff before she finally stopped.

She lay on the edge of the cliff, reaching out her hand, but the cliff was so high that even with the waves crashing against it, she couldn't touch even a fraction of the waves.

A person, compared to this vast deep sea, is truly too insignificant, no matter how desperately or resolutely they fall, they would be swallowed up by these boundless waves in an instant.

A living life was gone in an instant, but this vast ocean would never become insignificant or compassionate just because it swallowed a life.

On the sea, there were still search and rescue teams salvaging Corona's body. Everyone said that Corona was already dead, swallowed whole by a shark, but Devon insisted on seeing it for himself - alive or dead.

After searching for so long, they still hadn't found anything on Corona. It wasn't until late into the night that a rescue team finally dredged up a snow boot.

Penelope recognized at a glance, those were Corona's snow boots.

The pure white snow boots, washed by the waves for so long, still carried a glaring red.

Corona, how much blood must have been shed to stain these snow boots like this!

Penelope clutched tightly onto the noticeably damaged snow boot, she could almost imagine, the shark's sharp fangs, ruthlessly... on her foot.

Penelope didn't dare to think any further.

She could only clutch the snow boots, heavy with the stench of blood, sobbing lowly and desperately.

In pain, there was no longer a shred of mercy left in her heart.

Lyman was afraid that Penelope might do something foolish in a moment of despair, so he stayed close to her at all times. Seeing her in such pain was like a knife twisting in his heart. He remembered how he felt the same way when his beloved mother, Chelsea, cried.

"Penelope, don't cry, everything will be alright, everything will be alright..."

In the face of life and death, too many comforting words were really useless. Lyman could only comfort Penelope over and over again in this way.

Penelope also hoped that everything could get better, but how could the dead ever return?

The pain in her heart made her teeth chatter like sieving chaff. She turned around and threw herself forcefully into Lyman's arms, "Mr. Hilliard, Corona can't come back! She must be in pain, she must be in so much pain!"

She knew Corona hurt, it hurt physically, but it hurt even more emotionally.

"Penelope, don't be sad, Corona surely wouldn't want you to be this upset. Penelope, you have to be strong!"

Lyman gently stroked Penelope's back, like a brother who dearly loved his sister.

Penelope's tears continued to fall incessantly. She wanted to be strong, she really did.

But she found that, after losing everything, wanting to be strong was really, really hard.

She could only continue to lie in Lyman's arms, letting her tears flow like a flood, her snot and tears soaking his white down jacket.

Zackary's gaze was firmly locked onto Lyman and Penelope, who were tightly embraced.

Watching their intimacy and harmony, his heart instantly turned into a boundless desolate desert. And on this desert, thorns grew, all the spikes deeply pierced his heart, every breath was painful.

Penelope, you trampled on my heart like this, just you wait and see!

Zackary was so angry that he didn't want to look at these two people again. He turned around and walked towards his sports car with a chilling aura. Even when Lola called his name loudly, he didn't hear it.

Penelope cried for a long, long time. Eventually, she cried herself to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, she continued to sob silently.

Although he had already taken off his down jacket and wrapped it tightly around Penelope, the wind was strong at night, and Lyman was afraid she would catch a cold, so he still took her back to the apartment at Horse House.

Lyman was uneasy about leaving Penelope. He had intended to stay with her, but something had come up with the Hilliard family that required his attention. Only after tucking Penelope in did he reluctantly leave the apartment.

When Penelope woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her stomach was hurting again. She wanted to find a painkiller to take, but she found that the painkillers she had previously placed on the bedside table had mysteriously disappeared.

She thought she had accidentally thrown the medicine into the trash can, but she searched around in it and found nothing.

Feeling extremely weak, Penelope didn't have the strength to go out and buy medicine. She simply endured the pain, numbly lying on the warm, soft bed.

Her mind was foggy, and as she lay there, Penelope almost fell asleep again.

In the last few days of life, it would be too wasteful if all the time was spent on sleep.

Penelope got up, forcing herself not to close her eyes again.

Just as she was about to freshen up a bit, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Seeing through the peephole that the person standing outside the door was Lola, Penelope felt a wave of annoyance, but she still opened the door.

"Sister, aren't you going to ask why I came over today?"

Before Penelope could speak, Lola said with a playful smile, "Sister, I came here today to give you a truth."