The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 638

In that moment, Penelope became the undeniable center of attention.

Yvonne seethed. “Grandpa, she went too far!”

“Stay calm!” Hans took a deep breath. “She has Theodore backing her, but don't forget, your fiancé is also a Stapleton—and the legitimate heir of the Stapleton family.”

Yvonne was only then reminded of Marico, but a quick scan of the room revealed he wasn't there.

“He... didn't come today.”

Hans snorted. “That bastard. If he weren't the only Stapleton grandson and Theodore's most powerful rival, I would never have let you get engaged to him.”

Yvonne clenched her fists. “I'll call him right now!”

“Tell him to get here immediately! We can't let Penelope steal all the spotlight!”

“Okay.”

Yvonne hurried outside to make the call, while back inside, guests had started to gather around Penelope. She smiled and chatted with them, polite and composed, neither arrogant nor subservient.

With Theodore standing beside her, no one dared to give her a hard time, and she handled the conversations with ease.

After dealing with a wave of guests, Penelope followed Theodore to a quiet corner.

“So you also suspect that Yvonne isn't my dad's daughter, but the child of Judy's affair with Jack?” Penelope asked urgently.

Theodore frowned. “Do you think I could be certain?”

“Huh?”

“It's just a suspicion.”

Penelope pressed her lips together. “Well, now that Jack's dead, there's no way to prove he and Judy had an affair.”

Theodore snorted. “Aren't you supposed to be clever? Can't you figure something out yourself?”

“What am I supposed to do, dig Jack up from his grave?”

“He was cremated.”

“See? What else can I do?”

Harold's only job was to deliver the folder; he trotted away as soon as he had.

Penelope opened the folder, confused, and pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing a lock of hair.

“What is this?”

“Jack's hair.”

Hearing this, Penelope's hand trembled.

“How... how did you get this?”

Theodore snorted. “I have my ways. You don't need me to tell you what to do next, do you?”

What to do next?

An idea immediately sparked in Penelope's mind. She looked over at Yvonne.

“Leave the rest to me!”