The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 266

"Alright."

"May you have a son soon, may your love bear fruit."

"May you have a son soon, may your love bear fruit."

Rebecca and Mrs. Winters exchanged a glance, their expressions growing smugger.

"A son for strength, a daughter for grace, a happy home in this place."

Penelope repeated without hesitation: "A son for strength, a daughter for grace, a happy home in this place."

"A perfect couple, made for each other, a hundred years of happiness, together forever."

"A perfect couple, made for each other, a hundred years of happiness, together forever."

Seeing Penelope so compliant, Mrs. Winters was starting to feel giddy with triumph.

"Penelope, dear, this task is usually done by someone blessed with good fortune. Technically, you're not the right person, but you're Rebecca's best friend, and we wanted you to share in the good luck."

Penelope placed the last lotus seed and stood up.

Just then, Mrs. Sullivan approached the room.

Penelope's eyes darted slyly. "How much of a wedding gift did you prepare for Rebecca?" she asked Mrs. Winters.

"Why would I prepare a gift for her?" Mrs. Winters frowned.

"Doesn't the bride's family provide a gift when their daughter gets married? My dad gave me five hundred thousand."

Mr. David Anderson had indeed prepared five hundred thousand for her. It was a token of his love, and she hadn't refused it, though she planned to add to it and buy Timothy a house in Orenth.

"Your father, the scrap collector, could come up with five hundred thousand?"

"If my scrap-collecting father can manage five hundred thousand, a capable woman like you should at least provide a million, shouldn't you?"

"I'm not giving a single penny!"

"Oh, but that looks so bad."

"Hmph, they didn't give a penny for a wedding gift, so I'm not giving a penny as a gift."

Penelope snuck a glance at Mrs. Sullivan, who was standing just outside the door. Sure enough, her face had darkened.

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