The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 630

No, she couldn't give up.

After a moment's thought, Penelope had an idea. She immediately took out her phone, went online, and sent a private message to a popular gossip blog. She told them everything—Donald's car accident, his critical condition, and the Bishops' decision to stop treatment. She even attached a photo of Donald in his hospital room.

These kinds of accounts thrive on traffic, and they weren't about to pass up such a huge story.

While they tried to contact her for more information, they posted the news.

Donald's sudden disappearance had already sparked numerous rumors, including one about a car accident, but without confirmation, most netizens had been skeptical.

But the moment the photo was published, it set off a firestorm online.

Donald had a massive fanbase. At first, they refused to believe the news and flooded Yvonne's social media accounts with questions, but Yvonne, of course, didn't reply. Not giving up, some fans went to Penelope's account to ask.

Penelope replied: My father is indeed on the brink of life and death…

That single sentence left so much to the imagination, and the public was quick to pick up on the most crucial detail: the Bishops had given up on treating Donald.

While casual observers might have understood the decision, the fans were not having it. They began to condemn the Bishops, demanding they do everything to save him.

Some fans even found out which hospital Donald was in and began to gather at the entrance.

The hospital administration had no choice but to inform the Bishops of the situation.

Hans stormed up to Penelope, his face livid. “Was this your doing?” he demanded.

“Yes,” Penelope admitted without hesitation.

Hans gritted his teeth and raised his arm to strike her.

“You might want to think twice about that. There are quite a few people around here with their phones out, recording,” Penelope said coldly.

After a long, tense moment, Hans finally relented, his teeth still clenched.

“Inform the doctors. Move my son back to the ICU,” he said to a nurse who had come over to inquire.

Hearing those words, Penelope finally let out a breath of relief. Once Donald was back in the ICU and hooked up to life support, his blood pressure and heart rate quickly stabilized, even more so than before.

“Look at him,” Penelope said to them. “My father is fighting to live. Who are you to decide that he has to die?”

For the next two days, Penelope stayed at the hospital. To her immense surprise, Donald's condition improved daily, so much so that even the doctors were in disbelief.

That afternoon, Harold sent her an address, saying that Theodore wanted her to go there.

“For what?” she asked.

“Mr. Stapleton didn't say. He just asked that you go, Ms. Laurier.”