Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 471

Cora couldn't hold back anymore. She rushed forward, grabbing her daughter by the shoulders and sobbing hysterically.

"Penelope! Have you lost your mind? You were a respectable girl! How could you agree to something so disgusting? Do you have any idea what this means?"

"I don't care what it means! I'm going to marry Quentin!"

Penelope showed zero remorse, her face twisted in defiance. "Madeline stole him from me! He was engaged to me first! Madeline is the other woman! She's completely barren. What right does she have—"

*Slap.*

The blow landed sharply on Penelope's cheek. It wasn't full force, but it was enough to leave her entirely stunned.

It was Tristan.

The brother who had spoiled and protected her more than anyone else in her entire life.

Tristan's hand hovered in the air, trembling violently. His eyes were bloodshot. "You have destroyed your own dignity, and you've dragged the entire York family's honor through the mud with you."

Penelope stared at him in disbelief as a bright red handprint blossomed across her skin.

She looked around the room. Her grandfather stood in the doorway with a face like thunder. Her grandmother was crumpled on the floor, looking like a corpse.

Her father was shaking with rage, her mother weeping in agony. Her eldest brother looked upon her with devastating disappointment, her second brother seethed with humiliation, and the brother who loved her most had just struck her for the first time in his life.

Everyone was looking at her with the exact same expression.

Not just anger. Not just blame. It was pure, unadulterated shame.

She suddenly felt as if her entire family had discarded her.

Yet, she still refused to believe she was wrong. In her twisted logic, they were the ones who were wrong.

She and her grandmother couldn't possibly be wrong.

Terrence broke the silence. His voice had leveled out, but the calm was far more terrifying than his earlier rage. It was the calm of absolute finality.

"This ends now."

He commanded, "Tomorrow, I will bring the best surgeon in the country to terminate this pregnancy. This illegitimate mistake will be handled. As for Doris—"

He paused, his gaze dropping to the woman on the floor who had stood by his side for decades.

His eyes held resentment, but mostly, a hollow, suffocating exhaustion.

"Doris will be exiled to the remote countryside estate. For the next three months, without my explicit permission, she is not allowed to return to Empire City. She will be heavily monitored. She is forbidden from contacting Penelope."

No one uttered a word of protest. No one dared beg for mercy.

Julian crushed his cigarette into an ashtray, his voice low and heavily restrained. "Grandpa, what about the Prescotts—"

"Not a single word leaves this house," Terrence snapped, his eyes cutting like a blade across the room.

"If even a syllable of this leaks out, Quentin won't be the one humiliated. The York family will be.