The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 383

Penelope's face darkened instantly.

"That Evelyn Sullivan," she hissed, her voice vibrating with venom. "She played us all!"

Valerie looked at her, stunned.

"Penelope, what are you saying?"

Penelope let out a bitter, mocking laugh, the fury in her eyes burning too hot to contain.

"If she was Charles de Rothschild's granddaughter all along, why the hell didn't she say so?! Three years! For three whole years, she kept us completely in the dark! What kind of sick, twisted game was she playing?"

Valerie frowned. "How can you possibly blame her for—"

"Who else should I blame?!" Penelope shrieked, cutting her off. "If she had just told us the truth, do you think we would have treated her like that?! Even if she was completely barren, I would have just paid some surrogate to carry Christian's heir!"

Valerie stared at her sister, a suffocating wave of disgust and exhaustion washing over her.

Penelope was acting like the victim, blaming Evelyn, when the reality was far uglier.

Valerie let out a heavy sigh.

"Penelope, listen to yourself. What's done is done. What's the point of obsessing over this now?"

"Done?" Penelope's voice pitched even higher. "How is it done?! Do you have any idea what the media is saying about us? The entire social circle is laughing at the Lancaster family! They're saying we were too stupid to recognize a literal diamond when she was sitting right in our living room!"

Her hands trembled violently as her hysteria grew.

"Valerie, tell me she didn't do this on purpose! She hid it intentionally just to humiliate us and watch us burn!"

Valerie remained silent.

There was nothing she could say that would penetrate her sister's delusions.

Penelope wasn't finished. "And that Sebastian Thorne from the West Coast! Proposing to her in front of all those European elites! Isn't that just a massive slap in Christian's face? Isn't that spitting on the Lancaster name?"

Valerie finally hit her breaking point.

"Penelope, you need to calm down!" she snapped. "Whatever Evelyn's background is, it's her business! It has nothing to do with us anymore! They're divorced! What exactly do you want to happen now?"

Penelope froze, staring at Valerie as a desperate, manic light sparked in her eyes.

"Valerie... do you think... do you think there's a chance Christian could remarry her?"

Valerie was utterly speechless.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Penelope completely ignored her, rambling frantically, her eyes wide with frantic hope.

"Think about it! They were married for three years. Evelyn has a soft heart; she's always been sentimental. If Christian just goes to her, apologizes, and asks her to come back... maybe she would—"

"Penelope!" Valerie shouted, finally cutting through the delusion. "What is wrong with you? Do you not remember how you treated her? Did you conveniently forget the hell you put her through?"

The color instantly drained from Penelope's face.

Valerie pushed harder. "You practically forced her to sign those divorce papers! You screamed at her for not getting pregnant! You humiliated her in public every chance you got! And now that she's revealed as a billionaire heiress, you want to drag her back into this toxic family?"

Penelope's expression twisted into an ugly grimace of shame and defensiveness.

But she stubbornly held her ground. "How was I bad to her?! She married Christian, and I gave her a roof over her head! Did she ever starve? Did she ever lack designer clothes?"

Valerie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Do you even hear the absolute garbage coming out of your mouth?"