The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 561

Dylan was a mess, that much was obvious.

But what truly shocked Penelope was Natalie. Her face was deathly pale, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn, and from the way she was walking, it was painfully clear what she had just endured.

Fury shot through Penelope. She clenched her fists, ready to storm in and settle the score with Hamilton.

Natalie grabbed her arm. "First… let's get Dylan to the hospital."

Penelope glanced at Dylan. His head was bleeding, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was clutching his ribs, his body trembling in pain as he gritted his teeth to stay upright.

She took a deep breath and helped support him. "Alright. Hospital first."

Michael was also taken aback by their battered state and helped get them into the car.

"If… if you need anything, please, call me."

Before getting in the car, Penelope shot Michael a cold glare. "You can give Hamilton a message for me. Tell him I'll make him pay for what he did tonight. He can count on it."

Michael cleared his throat. "I'll be sure to pass it on."

Penelope got into the driver's seat, wiped the blood from her forehead, and sped toward the hospital.

Watching the car disappear, Michael frowned and turned back toward the factory. When he reached the warehouse, the bodyguards were all standing outside, while the sound of things being smashed came from within.

He walked in to find the place in utter chaos. Hamilton was lifting an empty oil drum and slamming it onto the ground.

"Natalie! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"You just wait! You just wait!"

"You and that bastard! Neither of you will get away with this!"

Hamilton was like a man possessed, unleashing all his violent rage and frustration.

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