From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 576 The Exact SBirthmark "You can't just askto spare the Mitchell family and only go after Isabella. You've done so much for me, and if it were anything else, I'd have agreed ages ago. But this time, it's Lucy who's the victim, and I just can't do it," Penelope said.

Brandon slowly lifted his head and locked eyes with her.

There was a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes that Penelope couldn't quite figure out and didn't want to, but they were so obvious she couldn't ignore them.

After a few seconds, Penelope looked away.

"Do you really want to hear it?" Brandon asked, "Are you sure?" "It's not about wanting to hear it, Mr. Walker. If you wantto let the Mitchell family off the hook, you need to givea reason that'll makewant to," Penelope said.

If she couldn't be convinced, she wasn't letting it go.

Penelope was sick of waking up early every day and putting on makeup that made her look older and uglier just to see Lucy.

She also didn't want to hear Lucy call her aunt.

She just wanted a normal life, which seemed like such a simple wish but was so hard to achieve. So hard.

"I can tell you, and I should," Brandon sighed deeply, "But Penelope, are you ready to hear it?" She pointed to herself, "What kind of preparation do I need?" "Mental preparation," Brandon said.

Penelope frowned, "What does the Mitchell family have to do with me?" It was the first tshe'd met the Mitchell family's parents; there had been no prior interaction. Brandon's words left her puzzled.

The room was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioning.

Brandon's lips moved as if he had a thousand things to say but didn't know where to start.

After a while, he slowly began, "Penelope, the Mitchell támily has a lot to do with you."" Penelope still didn't get it.

She knew about the Mitchell family situation. Isabella was adopted, and the real Mitchell family's daughter had gone missing when she was young. Brandon had been searching for her and never gave up.

Brent and Nicole loved Isabella dearly, treating her as their own daughter.

Brandon had always loved the real Ms. Mitchell, not Isabella.

That was all Penelope knew about the Mitchell family.

As for the Mitchell company, anyone in LA could tell you that their financial power and scale were among the top in the city.

Seeing the deep confusion in Penelope's eyes, Brandon sighed again.

"Penelope," he asked, "Do you have a birthmark on your waist?" Penelope instinctively raised her hand to cover her waist.

Brandon pressed on, "And that birthmark is heart-shaped, very unique. It's located at the slimmest part of your waist, right?" His gaze was intense, waiting for her answer.

"Yes," Penelope replied, "How do you know that?" Only two people had seen her waist.

One was Monica.

Because they were friends, they often bathed and slept together during college, with no secrets between them.

The other was Kelvin. Because he was her first man.

And then there were Lucy and Sam, the two kids. Besides them, no one else.

So, how did Brandon know? If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Sam told me," Brandon answered.

Penelope suddenly realized, "So it was him. Why would he tell you that?" Sam really said everything. Even this! So annoying! "Penelope, you've had that birthmark for as long as you can remember, right?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah," Penelope replied.

Brandon looked her straight in the eye. "What if I told you the real Mitchell family daughter has the exact sbirthmark?" Penelope was stunned.

After a few seconds, she asked, "The exact sbirthmark? On the waist? Heart-shaped?" "Yes," Brandon confirmed.

"Are you sure? Is that even possible? This is too unbelievable," Penelope said, shaking her head. She thought it was just a coincidence and didn't think much of it.

Brandon could see she wasn't getting it.

"There are no such coincidences," Brandon said. "Penelope, two people can't have identical birthmarks in the splace. Do you get what I'm saying?" Penelope blinked, frozen. "You mean, I might be..." She couldn't finish the sentence, her mouth slightly open, her voice caught in her throat.

The Mitchell family's daughter! Brandon was saying she might be the Mitchell family's daughter! How could that be? It was too crazy! "No, it's not," Penelope shook her head repeatedly. "Mr. Walker, you're overthinking this!"

"But you do have a heart-shaped birthmark on your waist! Ms. Mitchell also has a heart-shaped birthmark on her waist!" Brandon insisted. "It's just a coincidence," Penelope said, unable to accept the idea.

If she were the Mitchell family's daughter, then she was a child taken in by her parents.

Her parents were just her adoptive parents? But Connor and Grace had never mentioned anything about her background! This completely turned Penelope's understanding of her life upside down, and she couldn't believe it!

"I'm not saying for sure that you're Ms. Mitchell," Brandon said. "I'm just inferring from the birthmark. But h om ve believe two people can't have identical birthmarks in the splace. There's a very strong possibility that you're Ms. Mitchell." Brandon trusted his gut.

From the first moment he saw Penelope, he had a special feeling about her. It was a connection, a divine arrangement, destiny! Penelope was silent. Her mind was in chaos, completely unable to process it all.

Was she the Mitchell family's daughter? Was she adopted or picked up by Connor and Grace? Was she supposed to marry Brandon? Too much information flooded her mind all at once, overwhelming her! "Penelope," Brandon asked softly, "Can I see your birthmark?" She was startled and looked at him sharply.

"I don't mean to offend you; I just want to see and confirm," Brandon m said. "I remember Ms. Mitchell's Der birthmark very clearly, the shape, the position, all etched in my memory. Maybe your birthmark still has sslight differences from hers." After all, he had never seen Penelope's birthmark. The information he had was just 'Waist, heart-shaped' and nothing more.

"See my birthmark?" Penelope looked down at her clothes.

She was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt, which gave her a formal look because she had to go to work, and Davis Group had a dress code for employees.

If she had worn a dress today, it would have been inconvenient.

But with this outfit, Brandon could see it as long as Penelope stood up and slightly lifted the hem of her shirt.