The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 560

But in the next moment, Hamilton pushed her into the abyss.

Penelope's anxiety grew. The moment Natalie went inside, she had called Michael and urged him to come over. But even though Michael rushed to the factory, Hamilton had instructed the bodyguards to keep him out, so his presence was useless.

Michael sighed heavily. "Among our group of friends, Hamilton has the worst temper. He doesn't listen to anyone, not even his parents. But if Theodore says something, he'll listen."

Without hesitation, Penelope immediately called Theodore, only to find he had blocked her number.

She had no choice but to ask Michael to make the call. Although Theodore answered, he refused to help.

Michael shrugged. "He said it's Hamilton's private business, and he doesn't want to interfere."

"But someone's life is at stake!"

"It won't go that far. Hamilton's temper is bad, but he wouldn't actually kill anyone."

"No, I have to do something!"

Penelope racked her brain. The only person who could stop Hamilton was Theodore. If he would just help, they could save Natalie and Dylan.

But Theodore refused. What could she do…?

An idea came to her, a desperate one. She had no idea if it would work.

But there was no time left. It was a gamble she had to take.

Having made her decision, she looked around, fixed her eyes on a brick wall, and, gritting her teeth, ran straight into it.

Michael stared in stunned disbelief as Penelope deliberately slammed her head against the wall. He watched as she staggered back and slid to the ground. Rushing over, he saw that her forehead was split open, with blood pouring out.

"What… what was that all about?"

Had she lost her mind?

Penelope took a deep breath. "Call Theodore again."

"Huh?"

"Tell him that if he refuses to help, I'll… I'll bleed to death!"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify