The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 461

The weather that day was sweltering, but Theodore had found a shady spot to read.

He even remembered the sci-fi novel he was reading. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice when it started to rain.

He was only pulled from his book by the sound of a knock at the door, which he mentioned to the Bishops' housekeeper. The housekeeper went to answer it, muttering, "Who could be out in a storm like this?" As Theodore was about to return to his book, he saw the housekeeper lead in a little girl about his age. She had two braids, but her face and clothes were filthy, as if she'd been wandering for a long time.

He didn't pay her much mind and went back to his reading.

Later, his mother and Mrs. Stapleton went upstairs to have tea and chat, so his mother told him to look after Lorraine.

He glanced into the living room, where Lorraine was playing with dolls with the Bishop girls.

The storm had come and gone quickly. When he finally looked up from his book again, he saw the Bishop children playing in the puddles in the yard, but Lorraine was nowhere in sight.

He quickly got up to look for her. He went to the backyard and saw the gate was open. He caught a glimpse of her dress and called out, "Lorraine!" as he ran toward the gate. Just as he was about to reach it, the large tree came crashing down...

He saw his sister pinned beneath the tree, blood mixing with the muddy water, nearly drowning her.

"I remember now. Mom told me to watch her, not Dad. Dad wasn't even at the Bishops' house that day."

"It was me. My negligence caused my sister's death."

Listening to Theodore, Penelope was forced back to that day, a day she never wanted to remember. But because of Lorraine's death, she was dragged back to it again and again.

They were in pain, but so was she.

"I hated him for so many years, and in the end..." Theodore gave a bitter laugh. "In the end, the one who got Lorraine killed was me!"

"Theodore…" she began, wanting to comfort him, but then she saw the cigarette had burned down to his fingers, and he hadn't even noticed.

Penelope quickly slapped the cigarette away and took his hand. A blister was already forming.

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