From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 132 Mr. Davis, Penelope Won't Stop Bullying"Kelvin loves me, yet he could not accept the child. Now that I've suffered a miscarriage, he desires to return to our former state of marital bliss." Fiona vehemently shook her head, her voice filled with disbelief. "No, that's impossible!" "If you find my words hard to believe, then seek the truth from him." Fiona's voice rose in incredulity, "How could Mr. Davis possibly harbor feelings for you! You're the offspring of his adversary!" "Love is an entity unto itself, and he has confessed to it," Penelope retorted, her voice softening. "However, I do not reciprocate his feelings. So... reveal the identity of the man from that night, and I'll willingly step aside for you." Fiona, her cheeks streaked with dirt and tears, fell silent.

The fact that Kelvin could harbor affection for Penelope despite knowing she was his enemy's daughter, and without knowing she was the woman from that night, was a testament to the depth of his feelings for her. "Are you going to speak, or not?" Penelope demanded. "Can you keep this secret for a lifetime?" Fiona glared at her. "I'll never reveal it, not in a million years!" The man was actually Kelvin! How could Fiona possibly disclose that? It was a secret she intended to take to her grave.

"Very well," Penelope nodded, feigning empathy. "It seems you're not quite desperate enough. Come, lettake you somewhere more appropriate." She seized Fiona's shoulder, forcibly helping her to her feet.

"Penelope! Release me! Where are you taking me?" "To the restroom, specifically, the toilet." Fiona's face blanched. "I refuse to go! Help, someone help me!... Why are you all just standing there? You can't just watchbeing forced to drink toilet water... Help!" But no one stepped forward.

Fiona's haughty demeanor had tarnished her reputation.

During her stay at the King Estate, she was constantly berating the servants, hurling insults without provocation, which only deepened their resentment towards her.

So, witnessing her current predicament, they all felt a sense of satisfaction! They yearned for Mrs. Davis to intervene and teach this arrogant mistress a lesson. Mrs. Davis was typically too lenient; she truly needed to display the assertiveness she was demonstrating today.

At the edge of the toilet.

Penelope broke the silence, "Last chance, Fiona. If you refuse to speak..." "Just you wait, Penelope you'll rue this day! One day, I'll make you pay twice over for today's humiliation," Fiona retorted.

"Even Kelvin doesn't wish to see you. Do you genuinely believe you can reverse this situation?" "Absolutely, I can!" Penelope shrugged, "You're remarkably confident. Ten seconds remaining, starting now." A hush fell.

Fiona, her jaw clenched, glanced at the water in the toilet bowl and began to retch. "Five, four, three, two, one..." Twas up. Without a moment's hesitation, Penelope thrust Fiona's head into the toilet.

"No, please! Help..." Penelope was swift, precise, and merciless-she showed no leniency.

This time, she didn't pull Fiona back up but kept pushing down.

"If you have something to say, nod," Penelope commanded. "If not, stay submerged!" As Fiona flailed her arms in desperation, kneeling before the toilet, she couldn't lift her head or dare to open her mouth, for fear of swallowing the toilet water. Until...

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Penelope," cKelvin's voice, "have you had your fill of this?" Penelope turned her head and saw the handsman who had suddenly appeared at the bathroom door.

At the sound of his voice, Fiona's struggles intensified.

Penelope almost lost her grip.

The floor was slick and slippery-she stumbled back, nearly losing her footing.

With a swift stride, Kelvin moved to Penelope, his arm curling around her waist and pulling her into a secure embrace.

"Careful," he warned.

Penelope found herself nestled safely within his arms, an unexpected sanctuary amidst the chaos.

In the meantime, Fiona, soaked to the skin and bearing the wild look of a fugitive, struggled to regain her footing.

"Mr. Davis, thank God you're here!" she exclaimed with an accusatory tone. "This woman has been tormenting me, immersingin water, refusing to release me... She was attempting to murder me! Had you arrived a moment later, I would've suffocated!" Penelope responded with a stoic expression, "Well, you're not deceased, are you?" "You... you genuinely wish for my death!" "Yes. And not just yours, I'd gladly claim Kelvin's life too while I'm at it." Fiona spun towards Kelvin, "Did you hear that? Witness her malevolence!" Kelvin's lips pressed into a thin line as he cast his gaze down at Penelope, ensuring she was unscathed.

His people were present, and he had given clear instructions for her safety.

Yet, the moment he received the news, he had hastened to her side.

What if Fiona had succeeded in injuring her? Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Why are you not at hreflecting on your actions? Why did you escape again?" Kelvin's voice was icy. "Can't you endure a single day without instigating trouble?" Fiona froze, "Mr. Davis... are you blaming me?"

Penelope was taken aback by Kelvin's demeanor. He had witnessed her bullying Fiona, yet the emotion welling up within her was indescribable. For the first time, she experienced the exhilarating sensation of favoritism, of being safeguarded and indulged unconditionally. Yet, it felt... too late.

"Why did you cto the hospital?" Kelvin's frown deepened, "Did you dismiss my words as meaningless?" His tone was laced with undisguised contempt and disdain.

Reverting to her typical strategy of playing the victim, Fiona implored, "Mr. Davis, I understand you're upset about the fabricated pregnancy. I acknowledge my mistake, and if you can't forgive me, I accept that. But | aligning yourself with Penelope woundsdeeply." "She forcedto drink filthy toilet water; I've never experienced such humiliation. Just when I believed you were my savior, you sided with her." "Mr. Davis, we share a history, after all." She reached for Kelvin's sleeve, but he deftly evaded her touch.

His gaze on Fiona was devoid of any lingering sentiment. He was prepared to assresponsibility for the night's events and offer her compensation.

"Go back," Kelvin commanded tersely, "This is not your place." "I merely wanted to..." "You two can converse," Penelope interjected, her voice weary, "I need to rest for a while." She swiftly released Kelvin's hand and walked away without a backward glance. Kelvin watched her departure, his eyes darkening.

"Observe, she's blatantly disrespectful towards you," Fiona quickly alleged, "A woman of her character doesn't deserve to stand by your side... Mr. Davis, divorce her and marryinstead!" "Never return to this hospital!" With these final words, Kelvin strode off to catch up with Penelope.

As she watched their retreating figures, Fiona's eyes blazed with jealousy and hatred Once, she had been the adored belle of the psychiatric ward, everyone vying for her favor-it was her privilege to torment Penelope, and no one else's.