So the one they brought in was Penelope?!
God knows how many times Penelope had overheard them gossiping and attacking Anastasia, yet not once did she ever bother to set the record straight.
“Penelope has absolutely no shame!” someone whispered.
“Why are you surprised? She’s always said Anastasia was just some distant relative of the Sterlings, hasn’t she?”
Now, they finally saw right through Penelope.
“Hey, we’re heading to the grocery store. Want to come?” Maggie asked Anastasia, her tone a bit awkward.
“No, thanks. I’ve got things to do. You all go ahead.” Anastasia’s reply was polite, but distant.
She gave a slight nod and continued upstairs.
Maggie watched her go, feeling a pang of disappointment.
She’d caught herself staring at Anastasia more than once—especially when Anastasia dressed like herself, not trying to hide. Maggie used to suppress her curiosity, telling herself she disliked Anastasia’s character, but now that she knew the truth, she actually wanted to be friends. The problem was, Anastasia didn’t seem interested at all.
And really, who could blame her? Maggie had been so foolish, believing Penelope’s stories and saying all those hurtful things.
Regret weighed heavy on Maggie’s heart, so much so that even grocery shopping lost its appeal.
Meanwhile, Anastasia returned to her room and began packing her things with crisp efficiency.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw Gabriel’s name.
Raising an eyebrow, she thought back to Penelope getting tossed out of the hotel that afternoon. She could already guess what the call was about.
She answered without hurry.
Sure enough, Gabriel’s first words came out as an accusation—
Just then, Penelope finally emerged from her room, eyes red and puffy. She found her mother sitting stiffly beside Gabriel, who was still on the phone, anger radiating from his posture.
“Dad, Mom…”
“Penelope!” Nora shot to her feet at the sight of her daughter. Seeing Penelope’s swollen eyes, she felt nothing but hatred toward Anastasia. She grabbed her daughter’s hand and said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. If Anastasia dares to bully you, I’ll make sure she pays for it!”
Penelope’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing Gabriel on the phone, a wave of dread washed over her. “Dad’s… on the phone with…”
“He’s calling Anastasia right now. No matter what, she has to come back and apologize to you!” Nora insisted.
Penelope’s face went pale.
Calling Anastasia? That meant Anastasia might tell him everything...!
“Dad—!” she rushed forward, desperate to stop him, but Anastasia’s voice on the other end was already a step ahead.
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