The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 433

At her words, both Donald and Yvonne stared, their eyes wide with shock.

"You... you're saying you're Edith's daughter?"

Yvonne didn't believe it and immediately looked to Judy. Only when Judy nodded did she finally accept it.

"You're really Edith's daughter!"

Penelope ignored her and focused on Donald.

After the initial shock, a look of joy spread across Donald's face. But as he looked at Penelope, it was mixed with guilt and sorrow, leaving him unsure how to react.

"No wonder I felt such an inexplicable connection to you the first time we met. You're... you're her daughter. That means you're my... my daughter."

As he said this, Donald's eyes grew red.

Penelope's expression was complicated. Donald had been completely in the dark, so she had no reason to hate him. But could she accept him as her father?

No, Penelope couldn't.

She knew how the Bishop family had treated her mother, and she hated them for it. She wanted no familial connection with the Bishops, and that included Donald.

"Mr. Bishop, I believe I have the right to make the people who destroyed my mother's life's work pay for what they've done, don't I?" she asked, composing herself.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Donald's eyes, but he managed a weak smile. "Of course."

Penelope nodded, unable to look at him any longer. She turned back to the vandals. "Are you going to pay, or should I call the police? Choose one."

The men panicked again. They could tell Penelope wasn't someone to be trifled with, and they all looked to Judy for help.

Judy shot them a look and cleared her throat. "I think..."

"Let's just call the police."

Penelope had no time for Judy's excuses. She raised her phone again, about to dial.

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