The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 426

Donald’s face was contorted with rage as he pointed at the garden he had once meticulously cared for. “And here I was, still waiting for her to show up. I’m a fool, a complete joke!”

Penelope took a deep breath. “You believe them over her?”

“She already admitted it!”

“She must have had her reasons.”

“What does the paternity test say?”

“Paternity tests can be faked.”

“Ha!” Donald scoffed. “You say the test was faked? What makes you so sure? You’re not Edith.”

“I…”

“My father personally supervised that test!”

Penelope pressed her lips together. Hans supervised it? Did that mean he was the one who faked it?

Donald covered his face and took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain his composure.

“I’m sorry, I lost my temper.”

“Mr. Bishop, I still hope you can find it in you to believe in Edith.”

“She’s gone now. What’s past is past. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“But…”

“The painting I borrowed from you, I’ll return it as soon as possible.”

“You’re not holding the art exhibition for her anymore?”

“No. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Donald’s words offered him no relief; they only seemed to deepen his sorrow. His eyes welled up. Likely not wanting to break down in front of Penelope, he forced a smile and quickly turned to leave.

Penelope had been on the verge of telling him the truth—that she was Edith’s daughter, and his daughter—but when he said Hans had supervised the test, she held back.

Before revealing her identity, she needed to figure out why Hans would do such a thing.

She could understand Mrs. Bishop’s motive—to protect her own daughter’s status in the Bishop family. But Hans? Why would he push away his own family’s bloodline, even at the cost of hurting his own son?

There had to be a reason.

The bright sky suddenly turned overcast, and soon, rain began to fall.

“What’s the point?”

“I am going to see you tonight!”

After a long pause, Penelope sent her location to Theodore.

“I’ll wait for you here.”

Theodore arrived quickly, rushing into the house through the downpour. The moment he saw her, his eyes turned red. He stared at her intently, letting the rain blur his vision.

Penelope quickly grabbed a towel to dry him, but he seized her hand.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“We both need to calm down.”

“Are you trying to run away?”

“…”

“Don’t even think about it!”