The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 177

So, this was their game. They were both trying to frame her.

Penelope rolled up her sleeves. Reasoning with trash was pointless. It was time for direct action.

She grabbed Mrs. Winters’s arm, ignoring her pained cries, and hauled her to her feet. Then she dragged her to the street and threw her down.

“Go die somewhere else!”

“You… you’re a lawless hooligan!”

“You want to talk about the law? Should I call the police?”

“You have no respect for your elders!”

“You’re not worthy of respect!”

“…”

Mrs. Winters stared, wide-eyed, clearly having never encountered someone so immune to her hysterics. But she was a seasoned performer. She immediately lay back down, clutched her chest, and began wailing that she was dying and Penelope was a murderer.

Without hesitation, Penelope kicked her.

“How dare you—”

“Don’t worry. If I kill you, I’ll turn myself in.”

She raised her foot again, this time aiming for Mrs. Winters’s head, her face set in a look of grim determination. Just as she was about to bring her foot down, Mrs. Winters’s act broke. She scrambled away, rolling several times until she was back in front of the Sullivan’s house.

Wiping cold sweat from her brow, she gasped for air. She was completely outmatched.

Next up was Rebecca. If she was going to be accused of harming the baby, she might as well earn the title. Penelope strode toward her, raising her foot to stomp on Rebecca’s stomach.

“Don’t you dare!”

Rebecca started to roll away, but someone else was faster. Mrs. Sullivan, who had been watching from her doorway, lunged forward and threw herself over Rebecca, shielding her protectively.

“Penelope, if you harm my grandchild, I’ll… I’ll…”

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “You’ll what? Kill me?”

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