Chapter 997 Brandon, You Are Not Worthy
"Thessaly, I gave you that alarm for utilization. It's not just some decoration," Kelvin muttered under his breath. "Brandon's not worth your sympathy. Holding out hope for him is just setting yourself up for disappointment."
But the phone stayed silent—no calls, no messages.
Thessaly hadn't reached out for help, and Kelvin couldn't just barge into the Walker Mansion.
All he could do was wait.
He hoped Thessaly would keep herself safe. Revenge was important, but life was more precious.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and Penelope walked out, towel-drying her hair.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, noticing Kelvin's intense focus on his phone. "Waiting for someone to call?"
He looked up, his face serious, like he was expecting something momentous to happen.
"Nah," Kelvin replied, moving over to her and taking the towel to dry her hair. "You should dry it before bed, or you'll end up with a headache."
Penelope stood still in front of him.
With their height difference, she barely reached his chest.
She could easily snuggle into his arms, warm and sweet.
"What did you think when you saw Brandon and Thessaly today?" she asked. "They seemed pretty close, right?"
"Yeah."
"You're just saying that," Penelope pouted. "Brandon's always been so gentle and considerate. Now that he has a girlfriend, he's bound to treat Thessaly well. She deserves it; she's so beautiful. Sam and Lucy adore her, always asking when they'll see their 'angel' again."
Kelvin: "Yeah."
He seemed distracted.
"You're not yourself," Penelope said. "Something's bugging you. Want to talk about it?"
Kelvin put down the towel and reached for the hairdryer. "It's nothing. I just don't want to hear about Brandon."
He couldn't say anything good about Brandon, but he also couldn't badmouth him, or Penelope would argue with him.
"Okay," Penelope agreed. "I won't mention him. I'm just happy for Thessaly."
The hairdryer buzzed in the bedroom as Kelvin expertly dried her hair.
From clumsy beginnings, he had become adept at handling her hair, all thanks to time and practice.
Penelope yawned several times.
She didn't need to do anything, just quietly cooperate with Kelvin.
Before bed, Kelvin got up to turn off the lamp.
He glanced at his phone again, still no messages.
Maybe he was overthinking it? Thessaly was safe and didn't need the alarm?
Hopefully.
Kelvin pulled Penelope into his arms, resting his chin on her head, slowly drifting into sleep.
The night was deep.
The King Manor was silent.
Meanwhile, at the Walker Mansion, the study light remained on.
Thessaly sat on the carpet, clutching her neck, coughing repeatedly, her face flushed, struggling to catch her breath.
She didn't understand why Brandon suddenly let go.
Just three more seconds, and she would have passed out.
Brandon stood there, hands behind his back, looking down at her.
"Didn't you want me dead?" Thessaly asked. "Why'd you let go?"
"If you die here, how am I supposed to explain that to Penelope?"
"Penelope, Penelope," Thessaly chuckled bitterly. "You've always loved her, haven't you? Never loved me, not even a little."
Brandon replied, "What makes you think you could ever compare to her?"
In Brandon's heart, Penelope was always number one. No one could surpass her.
From childhood, Brandon's deepest love was for Penelope.
"Alright, I get it," Thessaly took a deep breath, slowly recovering. "Then why are you with me?"
"She wanted me to be with you. So, I did as she wished."
Thessaly laughed again. Just because Penelope wanted it, he did it. Such a humble love.
"Brandon, would you do anything Penelope asks?" Thessaly asked. "Even if it meant risking your life?"
"Yes."
"You love her, cherish her, see her as the most precious thing in the world?"
"Yes."
Thessaly looked up at him, seriously saying, "No, Brandon, you're not worthy. Penelope is pure and kind, like an angel. You're a dirty, ruthless demon, unworthy of her!"
Brandon's eyes turned dangerous and violent.
"Thessaly, if you want to die, just say so!"
She steadied herself, standing up to face Brandon.
"That's not love; it's selfishness, destruction," Thessaly said. "You drugged her, took her to your bed, nearly ruined her reputation, her marriage, her life... Brandon, is that what you call cherishing, loving?"
Brandon sneered, "So you did hear that day. You finally admit it!"
Thessaly nodded vigorously, "Yes, I heard it all! Brandon, are you satisfied now? Did you get the answer you wanted?"
"I didn't misjudge you, Thessaly. You almost fooled me!"
Brandon finally heard the answer he wanted.
He confirmed his suspicions.
Thessaly stared at him, "Your so-called love is destroying Penelope's happiness... Brandon, how can you do that? When you see Sam and Lucy, don't you feel guilty?"
"They adore you, trust you, see you as their uncle, yet you want to tear their family apart!"
"This isn't love! It's not!" Thessaly shouted at him, "Brandon, you don't understand love! You're not worthy of it!"
He calmly looked at Thessaly, a mocking smile on his lips.
"What do you think love is?" Brandon asked. "Thessaly, your idea of love is letting go, hoping she finds true happiness, watching her joy, never interfering, right?"
"Yes!"
Brandon scoffed, "Then let me tell you clearly, since knowing Penelope, I've been like that, silently guarding her, accompanying her, never disturbing her, appearing only when she needed me."
"I've done this for years, from shortly after she married Kelvin until now! I've always put her first, never considering my own feelings. And what did I get in return?"
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