The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 347

Theodore arrived just in time to witness the scene. He hurried over, first helping Penelope to her feet with a quiet “I’m sorry,” before turning to his mother.

“You’ve already been here once this week.”

“But I missed Lorraine, and she missed me.”

“Mom…”

“Please, Theodore? I’m begging you.”

He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “You don’t have to beg. Just tell me when you’re coming, and I’ll come with you.”

“You’re the best, Theo. I’ll listen, I promise.”

Once on her feet, Mrs. Stapleton beamed and headed for the kitchen. Theodore watched her go, his expression a mixture of profound helplessness and pain.

Penelope walked over and took his hand. “Has she been like this for all twenty years?”

“It was like this for the first couple of years. Then, with treatment, she got much better. She would only have occasional episodes. But over the last year, her condition has deteriorated rapidly.”

“Did something happen this past year?”

“I don’t know. She won’t talk about it.”

It was clear Mrs. Stapleton didn’t know how to cook. A spoon clattered to the floor, then oil in a pan caught fire. The moment she picked up a kitchen knife, Theodore rushed in. He managed to calm her down, but she began to cry, and in the end, he had no choice but to help her prepare the meal.

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