The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 356

“What are you glaring at? Want us to rough you up again?”

Penelope stepped out from behind Norton and glanced at him. “Well? Are you going to hit them or wait for them to spew more garbage?”

Norton clenched his fists but hesitated. “Penelope, what if we can’t beat them…?”

Before he could finish, Penelope charged forward.

“So what if we can’t? They still need to learn you’re not an easy target!”

“Okay!” Norton gritted his teeth and rushed in after her.

“Besides,” she called over her shoulder, “if we lose, your brother can clean up the mess!”

Norton, who had been building up a head of steam, nearly tripped at her words. But seeing Penelope—still in her high heels and winter coat, her makeup perfect—throwing hooks and kicks without a second thought, he felt a surge of courage. With a yell, he launched himself at the bully who had tormented him the most.

Fighting was Penelope’s strong suit, and she reveled in the catharsis. Norton, on the other hand, took a few hits, but he gave as good as he got. The pent-up frustration inside him finally exploded.

“You son of a bitch, you bit me! Aah, you’re gonna bite my hand off!”

Norton had no training, so he fought with wild abandon—punching, kicking, scratching, and even biting. He went for faces, groins, and hair. By the end, he had fought with such ferocity that he’d completely intimidated his opponent.

“Stop, stop! I give up! I’ll never mess with you again! I swear! You’re the boss, okay?”

Norton, in his one-on-one fight, had his bully begging for mercy. Penelope, handling three at once, was getting similar results from her side.

“Penelope, please, let us go! We were wrong!”

A stiletto heel to the chest was a powerful motivator.

After a thorough thrashing, Penelope and Norton finally let up. The bullies scrambled to their feet, sputtering apologies as they fled.

The subtle hint hadn’t worked, so she had to be direct. Norton instantly clammed up, and Penelope discreetly stuck out her tongue. She was probably going to get a lecture for bringing a kid to a brawl.

They walked over to Theodore with their heads bowed. Penelope, feeling for Norton, was about to take all the blame, but Norton beat her to it.

“It wasn’t my fault. Penelope started it.”

Penelope couldn’t resist kicking him in the shin.

Norton yelped dramatically and tried to hide behind Theodore, who sidestepped him with practiced ease. Norton immediately put on a pitiful face. “Bro, Mom doesn’t love me. Don’t you love me either?”

Penelope’s eye twitched. She’d thought he was a poor, innocent little bunny. Turns out he was a manipulative little bunny.

Theodore, clearly familiar with his brother’s theatrics, remained unmoved. “Hamilton just called me,” he said, his voice cold. “He said you were the one who took those photos of him with that starlet and leaked them online. Is that true?”