The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 263

Penelope couldn't speak, but she could certainly act.

She grabbed Michael and landed two sharp kicks.

On the drive back to the city, Michael was delirious with fever, but he was still defiant.

"Just you wait until I'm better! I'm going to challenge you to a duel!"

Penelope ignored him, instead making a video call to Mr. Johnson.

Neither she nor Theodore had returned last night, and she figured the old man hadn't slept a wink.

Mr. Johnson answered quickly. Penelope smiled and waved at him before turning the camera to Theodore.

"Oh, son, are you hurt? What happened? Is it serious? Where are you now?"

"It's nothing, don't overthink it," Theodore said with a frown.

"Something must have happened. Tell your father."

"Alright, that's enough. I'm hanging up."

Theodore pushed the phone away, clearly unwilling to say another word.

Penelope sighed. Theodore had always been like this with his father, and she didn't know why.

Fearing the old man would be upset, she quickly turned the camera back to herself, but Mr. Johnson was beaming.

"As long as everyone is safe, nothing else is a big deal."

Penelope smiled and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Penelope, why aren't you saying anything?"

Penelope pointed to her throat, indicating that she had lost her voice.

"You must have been worried sick. Come back quickly! I have an old family remedy. I guarantee you'll drink one bowl and your voice will be good as new."

Penelope's eyes lit up. That would be wonderful. The last thing she wanted was to sound like this at her wedding.

Theodore chimed in from the side, "I'd advise you not to trust any of his so-called remedies."

Wasn't it trustworthy?

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