Chapter 797 How Could I Favor Isabella?
Brandon knew very well that, whether in Penelope's heart or in terms of wealth and ability, he was far inferior to Kelvin.
But he was the one who first got engaged to Penelope! Even earlier than Nathan!
"Brandon." Penelope saw him and greeted him first, "What a coincidence."
"Not a coincidence, I was waiting here for you."
Penelope was taken aback, "Waiting for me?"
"The road up the mountain is a bit complicated, and Isabella's grave is quite remote. I was worried you and Mr. Davis might not find it, so I came to guide you."
This area was all cemeteries, and it was indeed easy to get lost for newcomers.
However, with Kelvin around, Penelope felt no fear at all.
With him around, no matter how dangerous it was, she felt very safe!
Brandon turned and climbed the steps, "The cemetery was chosen temporarily, so there are no good spots. Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Davis and Mrs. Davis."
Penelope glanced at Kelvin.
Brandon's attitude seemed a bit off. Polite, distant, and with a hint of calmness, without any emotional fluctuation.
Kelvin said nothing, just held her hand tightly and led her up the mountain.
Isabella's funeral was extremely simple, barely even a funeral.
Because only her parents and Brandon came to send her off for the last time.
Kelvin and Penelope hated her to the core; they were not there to mourn her.
She didn't deserve it! She wasn't worth it!
Because it had rained last night, the ground was a bit slippery, and Penelope almost slipped several times.
Fortunately, Kelvin held her steadily. "Be careful."
"It's okay."
Brandon kept walking ahead without looking back.
In front of Isabella's grave, Brent was cleaning the dust and dirt off the tombstone.
Debra was slumped beside it, leaning against the tombstone, repeatedly stroking the small photo on it.
"Isabella, how could you die like this, leaving me alone? How am I supposed to live now?"
"I have money now, I have two hundred million dollars, Isabella. If you come back to life, I'll give you all this money."
"You're gone, what use is the money to me? No matter how well I live, my heart is in pain."
Debra was almost pressing against the photo, "Come back to life, wake up, I don't want anything else."
Brent pulled her away, "Debra."
"Don't touch me. I want to talk to Isabella." Debra pushed his hand away, "I just want to stay here with my daughter, I'm not going anywhere. I've never spent a whole day with her properly in my life."
Brent sighed but was helpless, letting Debra cling to the tombstone.
"Uncle Brent." Brandon walked over.
Brent looked up and saw Penelope and Kelvin behind Brandon, "Penelope and Kelvin are here."
"Yes."
Kelvin and Penelope stood nearby, keeping a certain distance from Isabella's grave.
Both of their expressions were extremely cold.
They had no regrets about Isabella's death. And they never would!
"Didn't you bring flowers?" Brent looked at Penelope's empty hands, "Penelope, she's already dead, and you can't even buy a bouquet of flowers?"
Penelope replied, "Maybe you misunderstood, I'm not here to mourn her."
"Then you..."
"Came to see Debra." Penelope said, "She doesn't seem quite right?"
Debra paid no attention to the people around her or what was happening. She kept holding the tombstone, stroking Isabella's photo, talking rapidly. If one didn't listen carefully, they couldn't understand what she was saying.
Brent replied, "Ever since Isabella died, she's been like this, talking all day, every word about Isabella."
Penelope said, "She gave birth to her but didn't raise or teach her. Now she regrets it, but what's the use?"
"Penelope, she's dead. Can't all these grudges be written off?"
She answered clearly, "No."
Some things couldn't disappear with death.
The sins remained forever.
The harm caused also remained forever!
Just because someone died, did it mean those who were hurt must choose to forgive and let go?
Brent wanted to say something, but Penelope spoke first, "You don't need to tell me that Isabella is my sister. I don't acknowledge her, and neither does Mom. The only one who does is you."
"Because Isabella is your child, of course, you care for her. But Isabella's birth is the best evidence of your infidelity and betrayal of Mom!"
"From the beginning, you were the only one who wanted to bring Isabella into the Mitchell family. In your heart, she was much more important than me."
Brent opened his mouth but then closed it.
After a long silence, he said, "Penelope, you and Isabella are both my daughters. I promise, I didn't favor her more. Although I liked Debra, and although I married Nicole only because she could help me, the children they bore are both my children. How could I favor Isabella?"
"Before, I said in a fit of anger that Nicole shouldn't have given birth to you. I was angry because you wouldn't forgive Isabella, so I said that."
"I'm here to apologize, to say I'm sorry. Don't take it to heart."
Penelope looked at him coldly, "Once words are spoken, they can't be taken back, and an apology can't solve everything."
Because of Brent's words in anger, she had nightmares for several nights.
Being told by her biological father that she should have been aborted and not born was unbearable verbal abuse for anyone!
"I didn't expect you to forgive me. You hate me, and Nicole hates me. Now, Isabella is dead, and Debra is a bit crazy," Brent looked ashen, "My life is over."
Penelope said, "This is the consequence of your actions. Now, you're just reaping what you sowed. It's your retribution!"
The moment Brent cheated, the moment Debra got pregnant, the moment Isabella was born, Brent should have known what the outcome would be when the truth came out!
Everyone had to pay for their actions!
"Penelope, have you always blamed me in your heart, blamed me for caring more about Isabella, for treating her better?"
She paused for a few seconds and nodded, "Yes."
Penelope didn't understand.
Since Brent always said that both daughters were equal and he wouldn't favor one over the other. But his actions clearly showed he favored Isabella more!
Of course, Penelope cared! She cared a lot!
Brent dusted off his hands, looking much older and more haggard.
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