“Darren, don’t pursue it anymore. After all, he is Penelope’s father. There is no result if you pursue it further. It will only destroy your relationship. I don’t want this. I will bear it myself and it will pass.”
Darren wiped her tears with heartache and looked at me disappointedly, with an unbelievable face. He must have thought that my father and I became like this because of jealousy.
“Penelope, apologize! And call Dad over!”
The strong, commanding tone was chilling.
He pushed Addison in front of me and waited for me to apologize to her.
“Hmph! Bitch! Who gave you the right to slander my dad!”
After saying that, I raised my hand and used all my strength to slap her twice.
Two red palm prints instantly appeared on her fair face, tears welled up in her eyes and she fell to Darren in grievance.
Darren caught her, the veins on his neck were exposed and he finally couldn’t bear it anymore, so he raised his hand to my face.
But he stopped, pushed me hard and fell to the ground.
“Penelope, I didn’t expect you to become this person I don’t recognize. You really disappoint me!”
As he said that, he waved his hand and signaled the two men standing beside him to help me up and control me.
“Someone needs to reflect on herself, lock her up in the room.”
This was the way Darren treated disobedient people, locking them up, not giving them food and water, until they compromised and admitted their mistakes. This was how he used to treat his disobedient and rebellious brother.
Now he used this method on me. I was in a hurry to bury my father and no one could stop me!
I struggled to break free from them and my high heels stomped on their feet.
They let me go in pain and I immediately hugged the urn and ran to the door without even bothering to take the salute.
Darren rushed up quickly and grabbed my wrist.
“Penelope, where do you want to run to? What are you holding all the time?”
He used his other hand to grab the urn and I held it tightly in my arms with my back to him.
The two men quickly grabbed me again and Darren used his strength to pry open my fingers one by one and snatched my father’s urn.
I almost begged him, my voice was hoarse. “Darren, give it back to me! That’s my father’s ashes!”
He opened the box, shaking it and sneered coldly. “Penelope, why are you so vicious? In order to atone for your father, you cursed him? Isn’t this just powder ashes?”