The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 308

“We did it because we love you!”

“And I’m just showing my respect for you.”

“We’re poor, but you’re rich, and you make us eat scraps!”

“I’m rich, so I don’t have to eat scraps. Are you too stupid to understand that, or are you just trying to disgust me under the guise of ‘love’?”

“You—you have no manners!”

“My manners are reserved for people who deserve them. You two don’t qualify.”

Mr. Lancaster Sr., unable to win the argument and noticing the phones still recording, decided to change his strategy. He stood up angrily and pulled his wife toward the exit.

“We’re going to the Stapleton estate to have a word with our in-laws!”

Penelope gritted her teeth and followed them out. Wanting to avoid a bigger scene, she waited until they were in a quieter area before blocking their path.

“I know Chasel put you up to this. You’re here to humiliate me, ruin my name, and extort money. But it’s not going to happen. You won’t get a single cent from me.”

Mr. Lancaster Sr.’s eyes widened. “We heard you married into a powerful family, that you have more money than you can spend! Giving your brother and us a few million as a sign of respect is the least you can do!”

“You should be grateful I haven’t come after you for what you did. And you want my money? Ha! When you’re dead, I might burn some paper money for you.”

“You are still our family!”

“Where were you when Lucien was beating me half to death?”

“That’s all in the past! Your mother killed my son, and I’m not holding a grudge. You should be thankful!”

“And a family like that cares about one thing above all: their reputation,” Mr. Lancaster Sr. added. “You embarrass them, and they’ll throw you out.”

This was who the Lancasters were. The nightmare she and her mother could never escape.

“By the way, when we went to see that adoptive father of yours this morning, he came out limping. I couldn’t help but laugh. Serves him right. Getting his leg broken by my car trying to save that worthless tramp. What an idiot,” Mr. Lancaster Sr. chuckled cruelly.

“He was so polite to us, even offered us three thousand to leave you alone,” Mrs. Lancaster sneered. “Does he think we’re beggars? As if that pittance would buy us off.”

“You know what I said that made him pass out?” Mr. Lancaster Sr. asked, raising an eyebrow.

Penelope’s fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white.

“I said: ‘Hey, cripple, when you were sleeping with that whore, did she ever tell you how many men came before you? Tsk, I bet she can’t even count that high herself!’”