The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 692

“And he said his outfit would definitely look good on me!”

“I was just stating a fact.”

“But when I wanted to trade with him, he wouldn’t!”

“Why should I trade with you?”

Hubert wailed, “He won’t trade with me, but he still says his clothes would look better on me! He’s bullying me! He’s a mean brother!”

Julian had his own logic. “Everything I said is true, but that’s not a reason for me to have to trade clothes with you. And you always throw tantrums, which I really don’t like.”

“I don’t care! I want your clothes!”

“See? You’re just a spoiled brat.”

Penelope’s head was throbbing. These two fought over the most ridiculous things every single day, often multiple times a day.

She was numb to it. She pointed at Hubert first. “You are wearing that outfit. Do not take it off!”

Then she pointed at Julian. “And you, be quiet. Stop provoking him!”

Hubert was scared of his mother. Though still feeling wronged, he obediently re-buttoned his shirt. Julian looked defiant but didn't dare say anything more and quietly shut his mouth.

With the boys settled, Penelope hurried back to put on some light makeup, and then they left.

Zenith Group's gala was being held at one of their own hotels. When Penelope arrived at the ballroom with the two children, most of the guests were already there. Harold was waiting for them at the entrance and led them to the head table.

Penelope settled the boys into their chairs and was about to move away when Mr. Stapleton Sr. called her back, telling her to sit down as well.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

This table was reserved for the Stapletons. Since she and Theodore were divorced, it was highly inappropriate for her to sit here, especially with so many people watching.

Julian shot him a look. “The adults are here. Don’t make a scene!”

Hubert retorted angrily, “You’re just my brother, not my dad! Why are you always bossing me around?”

“I’m the big brother. It’s on me now.”

“What do you mean?” Hubert asked.

Julian looked at him with disdain. “This is what happens when you don’t study. You can’t even understand simple words.”

With that little squabble, Hubert forgot about wanting to sit in the middle.

However, he soon spilled his drink all over himself, and Penelope had to take him to the restroom to clean up.

As they passed the entrance, she caught a glimpse of a figure that looked like Yvonne.