From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 131 Coercing Fiona to Ingest Contaminated Water

"Enough, Monica..." she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "There's no need for further explanation. I understand your intentions, my friend."

Penelope gave a nod of affirmation. In this moment, Monica was her sole confidante, the only one she felt comfortable revealing her deepest fears to.

"We still have the bug active on Fiona, but its battery life is dwindling," Penelope confessed, her voice laced with worry, "I question whether we can extract any useful information from her before it ceases to function."

"Even if it fails, I have other methods."

"Such as?"

Monica's eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I'll fabricate a believable excuse. Perhaps I'll suggest that the diamond needs servicing, and Fiona, none the wiser, will willingly surrender the ring."

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Penelope permitted herself a small, fleeting smile. She harbored a desperate hope that their plan would proceed without a hitch. She couldn't afford to wait any longer, couldn't endure any more delays... for she was utterly drained.

Monica lingered late into the night. After reluctantly consuming a few mouthfuls of food, Penelope reclined on her hospital bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Every so often, her hand would instinctively reach under the pillow to confirm the presence of the pairing knife. Yes, it was still there.

"Penelope " A shrill, harsh voice suddenly shattered the silence from outside, "How are you faring, dear? It must be so difficult, losing that precious child you fought so fiercely to protect. Hahaha!"

It was unmistakably Fiona's voice.

"Hey, hey, what's with the shoving? Can't a lady express her thoughts freely here?"

"Little Miss Timid Penelope, too cowardly to confront me, is that it?"

"I'm merely here to pay a visit, there's no need for such hostility."

Fiona was stationed at the elevator entrance, effectively barred from advancing by two stalwart bodyguards.

. Her onJv_qntion was to create a commotion, hoping to draw. Penelope's attention.

And sure enough, the door to the hospital room creaked open, and Penelope appeared.

Clad in a hospital gown, her hair loose and flowing down her back, her face pale, her eyes devoid of light.

A wave of malicious delight surged through Fiona this was precisely the defeated look she yearned to see on Penelope!

"Let her in," Penelope instructed calmly, "There's no need to restrain her." "Mrs. Davis..."

"Don't fret. With all of you present, she won't be able to cause much havoc."

With a scornful snort, Fiona brushed past the bodyguards and approached Penelope: "I feigned a miscarriage, you endured a real one. So, who's the real victim here, you or me?"

Davis's affection—it's just a matter of time and persistence. But you? You lost the

shot up and delivered

"Smack!"

register the hit, Penelope landed several more slaps in

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

force of the blows sent Fiona reeling,

You-you dared to

teeth, her hand raised, ready to

her!" Penelope commanded,

"Yes, Mrs. Davis."

seized in a vice-like grip by Penelope,

suffered a miscarriage, exhibited a

to Fiona's astonishment,

you!" Fiona screeched, "Are you all blind? Take a good look at

you dare approach me! Don't

restrain her, then restrain her! If Kelvin blames anyone, I'll

"Penelope! You deranged woman!"

my sanity, it's because you drove me

having lost her child, Penelope felt she had nothing more to lose and nothing

to teach Fiona a lesson and

loyalties to two women -one the object of

mistress, spoke with an authoritative tone, "Why, does my word mean nothing to you? Can't I even persuade you to lift a finger for such a trivial request?" With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she pushed Fiona, the wife, toward

with a firm grip, apologizing,

shrill shriek of rage, "Penelope, what do you think you're

ordering, "Go, fetch a bucket of water." "Right away, Mrs.

fact, she hoped the news of the current events

brim with clean water was promptly brought

it critically, "Too clean."

maid looked on, her

a broom and swirled it in the water before discarding it.

Fiona yelped, "Penelope!"

your voice; you'll

hair! Let go!"

Fiona's head down and plunging

violently, her eyes wide with fear at the sight of

remained unperturbed, keeping