"Penelope, I..."
"Don't explain. I don't care to hear it."
Donald's brow furrowed. "Don't say that. I already feel terrible."
"Guilty? For not being able to love me?"
"Penelope..."
A triumphant smirk flashed across Yvonne's face as she decided to seize the opportunity.
"Dad, I never want to leave you again. Let's be a family, just like before, loving each other. Okay?"
This time, Donald didn't hesitate. He shoved Yvonne away.
"You and your mother nearly killed me. Do you think I can forgive you?"
"Dad, I was wrong."
"Don't call me Dad!"
"I really was wrong. I don't want to go abroad again." Yvonne collapsed to the ground, sobbing. "Our house is so run down. My mom and I have to work just to get a full meal. It's so cold that we can't even sleep at night because of the freeze."
"Not sending you to prison was the greatest mercy I could show!"
"Dad!"
But Judy shoved him aside, her eyes still locked on Penelope. "And for the past twenty-odd years, why didn't he look for you and your mother? Why did he only hold some art exhibition to search for you after your mother died? Hmph! Because by then, he already knew Yvonne wasn't his biological daughter! That's why he came looking for you! He knew your mother was dead long ago, but he never even visited her grave!"
"Back then, he left the Bishop family with your mother for the sake of so-called love, but after a few hard days, he regretted it. To protect his image as a devoted man, he didn't tell your mother directly. Instead, he faked an illness and set a trap, step by step, to make her divorce him and bear the labels of an adulteress and a gold digger, while he returned to the Bishop family with a clean slate!"
Judy's words were like daggers, each one plunging into Penelope's heart.
No, Donald couldn't be that kind of person.
In her heart, he had become a good father. He couldn't be like that.
"Penelope, every word she's saying is a lie! Don't you believe a single one!" Donald grabbed Penelope's arm, his voice tight with panic.
"You're saying it's all lies?" Judy let out a sharp laugh. "Was Edith stupid? Her life was already so difficult, why didn't she bring her child to find you? Because she had already seen you for who you were! But she didn't see deep enough. She underestimated how despicable you are, which is why she sent Penelope to you that summer!"

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