The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 488

A moment later, Mrs. Sullivan returned, pushing Mr. Sullivan in a wheelchair.

Seeing him, Penelope was genuinely shocked. He was a completely different person from the former CEO of Stone Group, who was always impeccably dressed in a suit, with his graying hair neatly combed, exuding an air of unsmiling authority.

Now he wore old clothes, his body so emaciated it looked almost deformed. The corner of his mouth drooped, his face was long and covered in age spots, and his eyes were cloudy. He looked at her and struggled to speak, but no words came out, and his frustration caused white froth to form at his lips.

He was truly paralyzed. When Mrs. Sullivan had mentioned it earlier, Penelope had been skeptical.

It was hard to believe such a powerful man could be reduced to this.

"Penelope, he's so happy to see you, but he can't really smile anymore. Please don't take it the wrong way," Mrs. Sullivan said, wringing her hands with a pitiful and subservient look.

Penelope took a deep breath. If they had argued or fought with her, insisting on staying, it would have been easier to deal with. But this tactic of playing the victim left her unable to act decisively.

"Wicked people get what they deserve. I guess heaven is fair after all," she said coldly.

She thought this would provoke Mrs. Sullivan, but the woman just kept smiling humbly, even adding, "We were wrong to you in the past. We made so many mistakes. It's only right that you can't forgive us."

"Do you think I pity you?"

"Oh, we wronged you so badly."

"I don't care if you have nowhere to go. Get out of my house now!"

"We don't want to be a burden to you, but we truly have no other place to live. We can only beg for your pity."

Penelope gritted her teeth. It was like punching cotton; her attacks had no effect.

Just then, Mr. Sullivan pushed himself up from his wheelchair, struggling to his feet.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Sullivan rushed to help him, but he shot her a glare, and she timidly drew her hand back.

The little girl, wearing a pink dress with her hair in two pigtails and a small backpack on, ran over. Seeing her grandparents kneeling and crying, she circled them uncertainly before turning to glare fiercely at Penelope.

"Don't you bully my grandpa and grandma!"

Penelope looked at the child. This must be Zebulon and Rebecca's daughter.

This family truly had it all: the old, the young, and the disabled.

"Yolanda, she's not bullying us. She's... she's a good person," Mrs. Sullivan explained, hugging the little girl.

"How can she be a good person if she made you kneel? She's not!"

"It's just that Grandpa and Grandma did some bad things in the past, and we're apologizing for them now."

The girl's eyes darted around, then landed back on Penelope. She put her hands on her hips. "Well, my grandpa and grandma said they're sorry, so you should hurry up and forgive them!"