Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 428

"Is he really that blind? If he got together with Penelope, our family would back him completely. She is the apple of our eye. The three of us would ensure his success skyrocketed. I can't believe he pulled something like this!"

Tristan also felt it was a massive missed opportunity.

If Quentin had honored the supposed arrangement and naturally paired up with Penelope, he would have been the undeniable first choice for all their business dealings.

Liliana was just an unrecognized cousin, but Penelope was their actual flesh and blood.

"Sigh! Everyone has their own path. We can't put a gun to his head and force him to be the York son-in-law. And his heart really is taken. He's already married."

When Tristan finished, Xavier glanced at his phone. "I suppose that's that. Tristan, take good care of Penelope. Your older brother and I have to get back to work. I'll put some pressure on Larry. If he dares to stir up any more trouble, I'll make sure he regrets it."

After the men left.

Penelope drank the soup Doris had prepared and went to sleep in her grandmother's bedroom.

Seeing her being so cooperative, Tristan didn't press the issue further. He had his own business to attend to and needed to get back.

He figured that with their grandfather keeping a strict eye on things, she would finally behave. Besides, her reputation was currently annihilated.

It was best she didn't show her face for a month or two. Once the storm passed and the internet moved on to the next scandal, she could safely resurface.

Given the current public outrage, it was impossible for her to shoot magazine covers, attend racing events, or go to any high-society galas.

It would be boring for her, but Tristan felt it was the safest option.

After Tristan departed.

Inside Doris's bedroom.

Penelope cried her heart out.

"I'm so sorry, Grandma. I'm the reason Grandpa hit you."

"Oh, Penelope, I'm fine," Doris soothed. "But what about your ear? That Quentin Prescott is a monster. He should consider it a blessing that you set your sights on him. How could he strike you? Treating you like that... he's truly despicable."

Doris might have been ruthless to outsiders, but she utterly doted on her granddaughter.