Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 168

He walked away without sparing Nora and her daughter another glance.

There was a time when he genuinely doted on Penelope. She was sweet, gentle, and knew how to tug at his heartstrings—not prickly and difficult like Anastasia. With Penelope, he’d felt like the father he always wanted to be.

But lately, he’d started to see another side of her, one that didn’t quite match the image he’d built in his mind.

And after the scandal with Nora was exposed, his feelings toward the two of them had faded. Now, when he looked at Penelope, his patience was running thin.

“Mom, what do we do...?”

Penelope’s heart twisted painfully as she watched Gabriel stalk away, cold and resolute.

His approval was the foundation of their place in this family. Now, everything felt dangerously unstable.

“It’s fine. Your father’s just a little upset right now. I’ll go and talk to him in a bit,” Nora murmured, trying to reassure her daughter, though inside she was sinking fast.

She could feel it—ever since the incident with the Archer family, she’d barely managed to placate Gabriel by groveling and apologizing. But things weren’t the same anymore. His tolerance for her had all but vanished.

All because of that wretched Anastasia!

***

Campus.

Dorm room.

Anastasia listened to the shouting and accusations through her phone, every word from Gabriel’s mouth reaching her ears.

She felt nothing but scorn and irony. His sudden defense didn’t move her in the slightest; it was almost laughable. One fleeting moment of concern wasn’t enough to make her forget the years of neglect and favoritism. It certainly wasn’t enough to inspire any misplaced hope in him as a father.

Still, if he wanted to be a weapon against Nora and her daughter, she was more than willing to let him.

She ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag, her expression cold.

Seeing her cower, Anastasia let out a short, scornful laugh. “Penelope’s shamelessness suits you. Aren’t you the one always singing her praises? Go ahead, keep brown-nosing her. Who knows—maybe someday you’ll hit the jackpot.”

She turned away and finished packing, zipping her suitcase closed.

Helen flushed with anger at her words but had no time to retort before Anastasia rolled her suitcase to the door.

“Where are you going?” Helen called after her.

Anastasia didn’t look back. Her tone was cool and dismissive: “None of your business. Stay out of it.”

With that, she slammed the door behind her.

Helen’s face darkened. After a moment’s hesitation, she quickly changed clothes and slipped out, quietly following.

She was determined to find out just where Anastasia was going.