Chapter 922 We Should Not Look Down on Ourselves
Thessaly was shaking all over, her mouth tasting like blood.
Had she really thrown herself at Paul?
"It's not your fault, Thessaly. That wasn't you," Penelope said, holding her hand. "I know you're not like that. It was the drugs. They messed with your mind and body."
Thessaly looked at her through tear-filled eyes. "But if that's true for me, Penelope, then you..."
It must be the same for you! Because they had been together all night!
Penelope lowered her eyes, her lashes fluttering.
"Thessaly, do you remember anything you said to Paul?" she asked. "Anything at all?"
Thessaly shook her head.
Her mind was a blank. When she woke up, everything had already happened.
Everything was already set in stone!
"Me neither," Penelope said. "I can't remember a thing."
But according to Paul, Thessaly had clung to him and thrown herself at him while unconscious... so was it the same for Penelope?
So she and Brandon... was it real?
The last bit of hope Penelope had was completely shattered at that moment.
No matter how much she denied it, couldn't accept it, and believed that neither she nor Brandon would do such a thing, the facts were right in front of her. She... had to accept it!
"It's not true, it's not true, Paul is lying, I don't believe it..." Thessaly shook her head repeatedly. "This isn't real!"
Paul responded, "Why would I lie? Mr. Davis is outside, Mr. Walker is here, and Mrs. Davis is on your side. If I lied, do you think I'd walk out of this motel alive today?"
"Mr. Davis..."
Thessaly looked at Penelope.
Penelope said nothing, just kept her head down.
"Mrs. Davis," a bodyguard's voice came from the door, "Mr. Davis just instructed me to buy a new set of women's clothes."
Kelvin was thoughtful.
He understood that in Thessaly's current state, he shouldn't and couldn't appear, so he waited outside.
But he didn't just sit idly.
Penelope took the clothes inside and glared at Paul. "What are you still doing here?"
"I, I'm leaving right now!" Paul nodded, picked up his clothes from the floor, and started putting them on as he walked out.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke.
As soon as Paul stepped out, they heard his screams, "Mr. Davis... please, spare me, spare me!"
"Mr. Walker, please save me, I still have movies to make!"
But soon, Paul's voice completely disappeared.
It was as if nothing had happened, as if those two sentences were just a figment of Penelope and Thessaly's imagination!
"Put these on." Penelope handed over the clothes. "What's done is done..."
She couldn't find any comforting words to say.
She needed comfort herself.
Thessaly took the clothes, her hands still shaking, tears still falling.
Penelope had already calmed down considerably.
"Penelope..." Thessaly asked softly, seeing her demeanor, "What about you and Mr. Davis... what will you do?"
A sigh.
Penelope didn't answer.
"You must be heartbroken, even more than I am," Thessaly said. "But you're handling it better than I am."
"How can I be calm? I've just cried so much that I have no more tears left."
From the initial grief to the current calm... no one would know what Penelope had gone through in her heart.
No one was her, no one could understand her feelings!
One was Kelvin, her beloved husband, her lifelong partner.
The other was her dear friend, Brandon, who would always be there for her!
And yet, she had slept with Brandon... just thinking about it was enough to make her break down!
"Maybe nothing happened between you and Brandon," Thessaly said, looking at her. "Paul was conscious because he wasn't drugged. But you and Brandon were both unconscious, so it shouldn't be possible. Things are still unclear, you..."
Penelope shook her head. "Stop, Thessaly."
Her mind was a mess.
Whether it happened or not, she didn't know; she had no memory of it.
But the facts were right in front of her... it was hard to deny.
She couldn't just pretend nothing happened because Kelvin trusted her, and she trusted Brandon's character.
She couldn't lie to herself.
She also knew that in Kelvin's heart, there would always be a thorn.
This thorn had to be removed; it couldn't stay in his heart forever!
Otherwise, the wound would only get deeper... then fester, get infected, and eventually need to be cut out!
"Let's find out what really happened," Thessaly said. "With Mr. Davis's resources, it shouldn't be hard to investigate what happened last night and find out who was behind it! Don't scare yourself, don't belittle yourself."
Penelope sighed.
Thessaly was in such a state, yet she was still trying to comfort her.
And she, in her own state, had run over to comfort Thessaly the moment she heard her cry.
This friendship was solidified, strengthened!
"Okay," Penelope agreed. "We won't look down on ourselves."
Thessaly bit her lip and nodded.
Her body was covered in marks, and there were even condoms in the trash... she couldn't lie to herself.
She had really been taken by Paul.
Thessaly had to accept reality, so her only hope was that nothing had happened between Brandon and Penelope.
When Penelope walked out of the room, the sky was already lighting.
The night was over.
A new day had begun.
But... had it really ended? Had it really begun?
The motel's dim hallway was damp and stuffy, filled with a musty smell.
The bodyguard was gone, and Brandon and Paul were nowhere to be seen.
The only person waiting for Penelope outside was Kelvin.
He looked at her.
"Penelope," he called to her.
Penelope stopped a few feet away from him.
She should have run into his arms, or taken his hand, and left with him, gone home, back to that warm place.
But... she hesitated.
She was afraid.
Did she still deserve to stand by Kelvin's side?
Did she... still deserve it?
Seeing Penelope standing still, Kelvin said, "Penelope, come here."
She slowly lifted her foot, thought for a moment, then put it back down.
Kelvin didn't take a big step towards her either.
In the past... Penelope thought that he would have taken her hand directly.
He must care, too, Penelope thought. It was normal; she couldn't accept herself, so how could she expect Kelvin not to mind her situation now?
She could understand Kelvin's feelings.
But... her heart ached, tightening painfully.
Penelope looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
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