The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 409

#EdithLaurierRespondsToMrsBishop#

The topic shot to the top of the trending list. Netizens clicked on it excitedly, only to find Edith had posted a single sentence.

“My silence is a mercy to you.”

Anyone who wasn’t an idiot could read the hidden meaning between the lines.

This only fueled the netizens' excitement. They flocked to Mrs. Bishop’s account, demanding she respond to Edith’s statement.

The person controlling Edith’s account was none other than Penelope. She had just registered it and, fearing it would go unnoticed, paid a hefty sum to boost its visibility and get it trending.

“The woman they thought was dead has spoken. She must be scared to death right now,” Norton chuckled.

Penelope shook her head. “She can guess who I am.”

“Really?”

Penelope had visited the Bishop family years ago, so Mrs. Bishop could naturally guess her identity.

“Edith’s daughter?”

It wasn't just Mrs. Bishop; Yvonne had guessed it too.

Mrs. Bishop squinted at the message posted by the account under Edith’s name.

“Edith is dead. The person who sent this message can’t be anyone else. It must be her.”

“Her daughter is also named Penelope. Could it be…” Yvonne trailed off.

Mrs. Bishop knew what her daughter was about to say and smiled confidently. “They are not the same person.”

“But Penelope has been standing up for Edith this whole time. Don’t you find that strange?”

“I suspect she simply has a grudge against us, rather than specifically defending Edith.”

“I still feel uneasy.”

Mrs. Bishop patted Yvonne’s hand, a slight tug at her lips. “Edith was terminally ill back then. She brought her daughter to see me, hoping I would agree to let the girl be formally acknowledged by the family. I’ve seen her daughter, so of course, I know what she looks like.”

Yvonne relaxed a little at her words.

What for?

Penelope really couldn’t think of a reason, but Judy wasn't stupid. She must have had a reason for doing this.

The trending topic that had been causing such a stir had vanished in an instant. Clearly, Judy had pulled some strings.

Penelope replied, “Alright. Send me the time and place.”

Judy quickly sent the details. Just then, Penelope received another private message.

“Edith, is it really you?”

Judy had scheduled the meeting for three days later. Penelope had intended to just hire a young woman to go in her place, but Timothy found someone for her, saying it was a senior from his department at the university.

In the afternoon, Penelope, Timothy, and Norton, who had tagged along for the fun of it, arrived at the café early and chose a discreet table nearby.

Not long after they sat down, a man hurried in. It was Donald.

Penelope had the waiter lead him to the table she had reserved and sent him a message, saying she was stuck in traffic and asking him to wait.