From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 157 Things Stolen, Must Eventually Be Returned

Kelvin didn't respond.

"Fine, I want to see for myself, Fiona dying obediently! She took what belonged to me, and now she must pay it all back double!"

"And you," Penelope looked at Kelvin, "you should be a thousand times, no, ten thousand times more miserable than me! If only the child were still here, there might have been a chance for... everything to change."

Now, there was only hate, only pain. Grudges and feuds, love and hatred, right and wrong... After all, the most innocent victim was the unborn child.

"Why... why toy with me like this," Kelvin muttered to himself, "From the beginning to the end, I was always mistaken."

Kelvin turned away, his back to Penelope. At this moment, he couldn't bear to face her. The pain, the anger, the guilt... only he could slowly endure them.

It was his fault, the repercussions of his selfish actions!

Penelope couldn't cry anymore. It turned out that when a person was extremely heartbroken, they run out of tears. She numbly stared out the window.

Before long, noises of chaotic footsteps came from outside.

"What are you doing... be gentle, let go!" Fiona's cursing voice was heard, "Are you blind, to treat me this way!"

"I'll have Mr. Davis fire all of you!" Fiona threatened.

The butler was the first to walk in and announced, "Mr. Davis, I've brought the people." Kelvin silently waved his hand.

"Mr. Davis, your men are really rough," Fiona complained. "They've got quite the grip, no finesse."

She was never one to read the room, but the director, an old fox, immediately spoke up: "Enough, this isn't the time for such matters! You see Mr. Davis's face... something is off."

Fiona looked up, glanced at Kelvin, and then at Penelope whose eyes were red with anger. Thinking they were still quarreling over the medication incident. She felt a bit of glee over their discord.

"Mr. Davis, don't argue with this woman." Fiona walked over to Kelvin and took his hand. "If she won't have a child, I will. I promise I'll be more obedient and sensible than her, willing to listen to everything you say-Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kelvin lifted his hand and grasped her throat fiercely!

him in terror, "Mr. Davis... Mr.

night, in the hotel room, I said something to you," Kelvin stared at her, "do you

"I, I..." Fiona stuttered.

bellowed, "Do

"Not really, Mr. Davis.

could you forget something so important?" Kelvin asked, a look of disdain across his

Davis, you said a lot, not just one thing... I remember some, forgot others," Fiona tried

to grab the old man by the collar. "I'm asking you, the woman the dean sent to your

pointing

hand shifted, pointing to Fiona; "Or

not expected this issue to

been keeping to myself, not doing anything bad..." the old man

the woman the director brought to your room,

hesitated, about

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

her! The woman you wanted was her! My daughter Fiona, I sent her to you with a heavy

yeah, you can't be getting old and mixing

and daughter sensed the looming

start accusing them? They couldn't let Mr. Davis find out it was Penelope that night... Otherwise, everything they had worked for, everything they owned, would

you supposed to

and the old man, wary of Kelvin's status, nodded, "Of course... Mr. Davis, I listen to you, naturally, your word is

tell me, is it her

from Kelvin, the bodyguard understood immediately and moved forward to

all this was expected. She had met the old man before; he would

can't fake the truth,

director brought... was... was her," the old man pointed to Penelope, "I remember clearly, it's not wrong. She even gave me a vicious

man fell to

the old man responded. "As for the director and his

the matter. But Kelvin wasn't going to let