The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 309

Mr. Lancaster Sr.’s murky eyes were filled with venom. After he finished speaking, he spat on the ground.

“Absolutely filthy.”

Penelope could no longer hold back. She swung her fist, connecting squarely with Mr. Lancaster Sr.’s forehead. He stumbled backward and fell heavily to the ground.

“If you ever insult my mother again, I’ll kill you.”

“Honey! Honey!” Mrs. Lancaster scrambled over, not bothering to check his injuries, and immediately started wailing. “Why is our life so hard? Our son died young, and now the granddaughter he left behind despises us! She even hits us!”

Instead of getting up to fight back, Mr. Lancaster Sr. began to cry as well, playing the part of the tragic victim.

“It’s my fault. I’ve become an embarrassment to my granddaughter.”

Mrs. Lancaster turned her tear-streaked face to Penelope. “Now that you’ve married well and become a respectable person, you’re ashamed of us because we’re poor. But no matter what, we are your elders! How could you raise a hand to us?”

“I don’t blame the child, I don’t…” Mr. Lancaster Sr. sobbed.

Penelope frowned. They were putting on an act. But for who?

Her eyes scanned the area, and she saw him—Chasel, hiding behind a tree, his phone pointed directly at them.

She had fallen for it.

Mr. Lancaster Sr. had deliberately provoked her so she would hit him.

Seeing he’d been discovered, Chasel lowered his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then strolled out with a smug look on his face.

“I’ve already posted the video of you hitting your grandparents online. The title is: ‘Shocking! Granddaughter brutally assaults elderly grandfather in public!’”

Chasel clapped his hands together and laughed.

“Pretty catchy title, don’t you think?”

Penelope gritted her teeth. “You Lancasters are despicable.”

Her childhood was a collection of scars, and every time they were mentioned, the wounds were torn open again, leaving her in agony.

Back in her car, Wilma called.

“Boss, someone posted a video of you online. It’s already trending.”

Penelope knew it was Chasel’s video. It had spread impossibly fast, which meant Zebulon must have paid to boost it.

She opened her phone and found it easily. The comments were overwhelmingly against her.

“I don’t care what the reason is. A granddaughter hitting her grandfather is wrong. She deserves to be exposed!”

“I came here from another video. The grandparents traveled all this way to see her, so poor they had to eat leftovers, but they still saved her the chicken leg. And she wasn’t even grateful, just disgusted that it was secondhand. She has no class at all!”

“Look at her clothes. She’s obviously rich. There’s no justice in the world if someone like her gets to live a good life.”