Then Terrence had the nerve to compare her directly to Madeline, implying she was a dilettante who dabbled in everything but mastered nothing, lacking the focus to achieve real success.
Penelope had a massive princess complex and absolutely despised having her flaws exposed. She loved curating her life to look like a bed of roses, constantly decorating herself with trophies and medals.
Winning just one type of award could never satisfy her appetite.
To the outside world, she was an all-rounder—a star athlete, a race car driver, a top model, and a beauty queen.
She was supposed to be perfect.
So how the hell did Madeline Monroe show up and suddenly outshine her?
How was she inferior to Madeline in any way?
The more Penelope thought about it, the angrier she got. In a fit of rage, she swept her hand across the table, knocking over the exquisite tea set.
With a sharp crash, the breathtaking teacup shattered into pieces.
Terrence immediately rushed over, his face twisting in genuine heartbreak. Madeline could tell at a glance that the Raindrop-Glazed Heirloom Teacup was exceptionally rare, a genuine antique passed down from the Song Dynasty.
Even a single surviving piece was near impossible to find, let alone a complete, perfectly preserved set. But now that Penelope had smashed one, the set was ruined forever.
Madeline recognized its value thanks to the childhood memories and knowledge she had recently recovered.
Penelope, however, roughly shoved Terrence aside and stormed out of the room.
Liliana Lansbury reached out but failed to grab her in time.
Tristan looked on, completely exasperated.
This was just how Penelope was. In public, she cared enough about her image to restrain herself.
But at home, she was a chaotic, destructive force.



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