Chapter 102 Thankfully, Penelope's Alright
The firm look in Penelope's eyes crumbled instantly at his words.
Her family was her Achilles' heel.
"Got it?" Kelvin spoke again. "So, do you need me to teach you what to do next?"
Penelope nearly bit her lower lip to the point of bleeding.
Kelvin didn't lay a finger on her, didn't even touch her, but those few sentences were enough to bring her to her knees.
"Kelvin... you're ruthless."
He simply lifted his chin, silently waiting for her submission.
Penelope shook off Director Wright's hand, licking the blood from the corner of her lips with a taste both metallic and sweet.
Her dignity, Kelvin could always trample it underfoot with ease.
Just moments before, Director Wright couldn't make her kneel, but now, she was slowly preparing to do just that.
Right at that moment...
"Penelope!" A crisp voice rang out.
Everyone turned their heads toward the door.
Monica rushed in, quickly grabbing Penelope to her feet, "What on earth are you doing!"
"Minnie..."
"Knock it off," Monica steadied her, "I knew something was up when you didn't show up for work!"
"Why are you here?"
"I came looking for you," Monica explained, "It took some inquiring with Timothy to find out you were here, so I came as fast as I could."
Penelope nudged her, "You should go back to the office."
"No way, if we leave, we leave together." Monica then scanned Fiona and Director Wright, "What are you trying to pull? If you want to bully Penelope, you'll have to get through me first!"
Fiona gritted her teeth, "Why is it always you!"
Monica, always coming to spoil her plans, using the backing of Mr. Foster to support Penelope, had faced off with her more than once!
"So what if it's me? Got a problem?" Monica fired back, "Do you own the hospital, giving you the right to be here?"
"You, you... Mr. Davis!"
Outmatched, Fiona turned to Kelvin for support.
Monica chuckled, "What, you can't speak for yourself? Is Mr. Davis your personal spokesperson?"
While giving Fiona a piece of her mind, Monica checked Penelope for any visible injuries and sighed with relief when she found none.
But…
"Why do you look so pale? And your hands feel like ice." Monica cradled Penelope's hands in hers, trying to warm them. "What happened?"
Penelope was at a loss for words.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Director Wright said in a huff, "Penelope dragged Fiona down the stairs with her, causing Fiona to have a miscarriage! She's a murderer, the culprit of it all. We have every right to settle the score with her!"
"What!" Monica gasped in horror. "A fall? Down the stairs? What about my godson? Is he still there?"
Penelope patted her hand, "I'm okay, the baby... thankfully, is safe."
Monica exhaled a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, you scared me half to death."
"Hey, are you missing the point here?" Director Wright interjected with dissatisfaction. "Fiona had a miscarriage!"
Who is this woman?
She's so rude and loud!
"So what if Fiona had a miscarriage? How does that concern me?" Monica countered. "It is not my concern, and thankfully my Penelope is fine."
"What are you saying?" he snapped.
"The truth! Shows that karma's real!"
Director Wright pointed at her: "Who's this brash young thing?"
"Who I am is none of your business. But let me tell you, Fiona’s miscarriage is karma." Monica smiled wryly. "She was a mistress, carrying an illegitimate child. A life not acknowledged or named. It's gone, so be it. It seemed like poetic justice."
Just the thought of Kelvin being married yet having a child with Fiona made her skin crawl.
What a despicable man.
"Let's get out of here," Monica said, taking Penelope by the arm. "We're going home."
In critical moments, it's always a best friend who steps up; without asking about the circumstances or casting judgments, they unconditionally stand by your side...
It is lucky to have such a friend for life.
"Trying to leave? No way!" Director Wright blocked their path. "You can go, but Penelope stays!"
"And who says she stays? Who are you to try to restrict our freedom?" Monica retorted.
"She killed Fiona's child!"
"Where's the proof?" Monica challenged back. "They both fell. You should be grateful I haven't taken you to task for endangering Penelope’s pregnancy!"
Director Wright, frustrated, looked at Mr. Davis. "Who is this woman... She's too arrogant!"
Kelvin glanced at Monica, "Leave, this isn't a place for you."
"I was about to, if it weren't for this irritating obstruction."
Director Wright bristled with rage, "Who are you calling an obstruction?"
"Whoever block my way..."
"Penelope stays." Kelvin said firmly, "You can go."
"That's not happening. I'm taking her with me."
"That's impossible."
Monica muttered with a huff, "Kelvin, why don't you just divorce and marry Fiona already? Let Penelope go. It's not like she can't live without you."
"She thinks she can just walk away with the kid? Dream on!" Kelvin sneered.
"The kid isn't even yours. Why do you care so much?" challenged Monica.
"That’s exactly why! She killed my child, and for that, Penelope needs to pay," he insisted.
Monica was getting fired up, not caring she was facing Kelvin, notoriously dubbed "Iron Judge." She stood her ground and argued.
"Penelope fell too. It's not like she pushed Fiona. Why are you pinning the blame on her? For all we know, Fiona might've set her up and dragged her down intentionally!"
Fiona shrieked, "You're framing me!"
"Only you know the truth in your heart!" Monica shot back.
"Would I really use my own child to frame Penelope?" Fiona argued, her voice tinged with hurt, "Am I that monstrous?"
"Yes," Monica cut her off bluntly, causing Fiona's face to contort with rage.
Monica's gaze shifted back and forth between Fiona and Director Wright; she was analyzing the situation. "This has your fingerprints all over it. You tried to kill Penelope's child, then frame her... but look how that backfired. What an own goal. Ended up hurting yourselves instead," she taunted boldly, with fearlessness in her eyes.
Kelvin, with his cold and piercing gaze, reached out to grab Penelope by the hand.
She swiftly stepped back.
"Penelope," Kelvin’s hand paused mid-air, "come here."
"I won’t," she declared, her voice resonating with defiance.
Here was Monica standing up for her, ready to face down these people – how could she be anything but strong?
Kelvin narrowed his eyes. "Defying me? You know the consequences."
But Penelope met his gaze with unnerving calm.
The tension was palpable... at a boiling point.
It was at this critical juncture that Timothy waltzed in. "Wow, what's all the excitement about? The car's outside," he cheerfully announced, signaling Monica and Penelope to leave first and then covering their retreat.
"Joseph Timothy Fuller!" Kelvin barked, calling out his full name.
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