The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 124

Penelope stood frozen in the center of the living room, staring at the spot where Christian had disappeared. The heavy thud of the closing door still rang in her ears. Her impeccably maintained features were a twisted mask of anger, humiliation, anxiety, and lingering shock. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, her perfectly drawn eyebrows knitted tightly together. She glared at the locked door as if trying to bore a hole through it and drag her son back.

"He... he just left?!" Penelope's voice trembled as she struggled to suppress her fury, her manicured fingers unconsciously digging into her crocodile leather clutch. "Right in front of all those reporters, he drops a line like that and walks out?! Does he even care about me? Does he care about the Lancaster family?!"

Fuming, she paced back and forth, her heels clicking aggressively against the polished marble floor in a frantic, chaotic rhythm. "We're in the middle of a massive scandal, and instead of trying to fix it or comfort you, he throws a temper tantrum and storms off! Is this how a CEO acts?! Where is his sense of responsibility?!" Her voice climbed higher with every word. "If I hadn't stepped in to control the narrative, God knows what the press would have printed! He's turning the Lancaster name into a laughingstock!"

Lyra remained curled up on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The oversized men's dress shirt made her look incredibly small and fragile. Her head was bowed, her long hair hiding most of her face, leaving only her delicate chin and trembling shoulders visible. It wasn't until Penelope's furious rants echoed through the living room that she finally stirred, slowly lifting her head as if waking from a nightmare.

Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, fresh tears clinging to her lashes. Her face was ashen, drained of all color. She looked at the raging Penelope, her lips parting as if to speak, but she swallowed the words back in a display of timid hesitation. Struggling to stand, she pushed off the sofa. Her bare feet touched the cold floor, and she walked toward Penelope on unsteady legs.

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