From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 123 The Plot to End Penelope's Pregnancy She was a patient woman, biding her time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

"Mr. Davis, it seems even Penelope can now belittles and torments me..." Fiona lamented, her voice choked with tears. "Have you ever considered that she might not be as innocent as she seems? Yes, I faked my pregnancy, but she's bearing the child of another man! That's a direct affront to you!" The patriarch was quick to concur, "Indeed! I had intended to humble her, to lend you a hand, to ensure Penelope suffers a genuine miscarriage! Otherwise, if this scandal leaks, where would that leave your reputation?" In their shared animosity towards Penelope, father and daughter formed a united front, both aiming to bring her down.

As Penelope was about to retort, Kelvin interjected, "I'll handle her." "Mr. Davis..." "Enough!" Kelvin's gaze was intense, "Reflect on your actions!" Fiona, cowed by his stern rebuke, meekly replied, "I've been reflecting, Mr. Davis... but regardless, my love for you is sincere. The night we shared was real too..." She dabbed at the corners of her eyes, a calculated move to stir sympathy.

"I fake a pregnancy and you berate me... but you tolerate Penelope carrying another man's child. Why won't you compel her to abort it? When are you planning to act?" Her focus remained fixated on the child Penelope was carrying, the father-daughter duo's desperate wishes for a miscarriage remained unaltered.

Unable to bear it any longer, Penelope stepped forward, delivering two resounding slaps.

"Ah!" Fiona shrieked, "Penelope, you... how dare you strike me!" "Indeed, I slapped you, and I meant to," Penelope retorted, withdrawing her hand. "And I did it right in front of Kelvin." "Penelope, you're trampling overtoday! Mr. Davis, are you just going to stand idle while I'm humiliated?" Fiona wailed, her voice echoing throughout the room.

Fortunately, the expansive King Manor was large enough to prevent the neighbors from witnessing such a spectacle.

Penelope crouched down in front of Fiona, whispering so only they could hear- "You'd better cease meddling with my child, or you'll regret it. You really thought you could deceivewith that fake pregnancy and miscarriage, didn't you, Fiona? Lettell you, I'm aware of more of your dirty secrets than just that." "My child is the limit. You used to pusharound because Kelvin had your back, makingan easy target. Not anymore. You're the one in a tight spot now, and if you dare threaten my child again, you'll regret it." "If my child suffers even a scratch because of you, don't think you'll escape unscathed!" Penelope's gaze was razor-sharp, and Fiona, momentarily taken aback, thought she saw a glimpse of Kelvin in those eyes. Having been by Kelvin's side for so long, Penelope had adopted his intimidating demeanor.

It took Fiona a moment to regain her composure, suppressing her anger, "Are you threatening me?" "Yes." Fiona chuckled coldly, "Well, Penelope, I've got dirt on you too. If I'm going down, I'll make sure you'll never discover the identity of that child's father." With that, Fiona attempted to rise.

But Penelope was quicker, pressing a hand on Fiona's shoulder and forcing her back down to her knees.

"I couldn't care less. I can raise my child on my own," Penelope asserted, "Now leave, Fiona. Immediately!" "Hmph! As if I'd heed your words!" Accustomed to looking down on Penelope, Fiona quickly regained her composure after a brief moment of panic, displaying no fear.

"Mr. Davis!" she called, looking up, "You may despise me, even hatefor lying, but something here just doesn't sit right with me." "Funny you should talk about fairness," Kelvin replied coolly.

"Yes, fairness. What's worse, a fake pregnancy or carrying another man's child? Obviously, the latter. At least I am clean, only yours." As Kelvin's expression darkened, Fiona pressed her point, "Mr. Davis, I repent, I've reflected on my actions... But I think you should terminate Penelope's pregnancy. It's only just." The headmaster, Fiona's ally and father, naturally sided with his daughter: "Correct, Mr. Davis, that's the real boundary for a man. No one could endure this!" Penelope's grip tightened.

This father-daughter duo, desperate to save themselves, were willing to drag her down too.

What to do...

Then Kelvin spoke with a steady voice, "I will handle this my way. You needn't concern yourself with it." "Mr. Davis, you can tolerate this?" "Of course not," he retorted. "But it's not your place to dictate my actions! Someone, chere!" "Right here, Mr. Davis." "Take them-" Before Kelvin could finish, a distinct "ding-dong" sounded.

The alert tone from a phone email.

Loud and clear.

As the muted morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains, the unexpected chof an email notification pierced the silence. Penelope's phone lay on the nightstand, its screen flashing ominously.

"Who's emailing you this early in the day?" Kelvin's sharp gaze swept over her, an edge to his voice. "Well?" Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she feigned nonchalance. "Oh, I haven't checked. Probably just someone from work." But she had a sinking feeling-it was Nathan. Ever since he went abroad, their only line of communication had been through emails, one-sided ones to be precise. She dared not reply, fearful that Kelvin's prying eyes might catch on.

To her dismay, her inbox chose this very moment to reveal its secrets! Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Even with her best act, Penelope couldn't shield herself from Kelvin's piercing eyes. Any slight inconsistency, and he would notice.

"Hand it over," he demanded, his hand outstretched, palm open.

Penelope, feeling like a deer in headlights, stuttered, "Hand... hand what over?" "Your phone. I want to see the email." "I told you, it's from the office..." "Give it to me!" His voice brooked no argument.

Caught in a terrifying bind, Penelope hesitated. If Kelvin saw the message, her world would unravel. But refusing him would only brew more suspicion. After a few agonizing seconds, she reached slowly into her pocket...

In her mind, she prayed desperately for divine intervention, hoping against hope the email wasn't from Nathan, hop even and even if it was, that it didn't mention anything about investigating the truth behind Mr. Davis's death.

Or it would be her end.

Kelvin watched her intently, unblinking as she fumbled with her phone. Unexpectedly, Fiona who had been watching from the sidelines-lunged forward and snatched the device from Penelope's grasp. "Fiona!" Penelope exclaimed in shock.

Fiona was not to be fooled; Penelope's indecision was proof enough that the email was incriminating. She saw this as her perfect chance to overpower Penelope.

"Give it back!" Penelope reached out frantically to retrieve her phone.

But she was too late. Cole, always the opportunist, darted in front of her, blocking her path while shouting, "Fiona, check it quick!" Fiona's eyes scanned the phone's screen, and a gleeful look spread across her face, as if she'd stumbled upon a scandalous revelation.

Penelope's heart sank.