The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 469

Norton was dead, his organs harvested…

In the morgue, Penelope stared at the body covered by a white sheet. She could see the sunken abdomen, the hollows where his eyes should be, and a violent pain seized her heart, so intense that every breath she took felt like a sharp blade slicing through her nerves.

Theodore's pain was surely greater, but he showed nothing. He glanced once, confirming the body was indeed Norton's, then asked the officer if they had found the killers.

"We're in pursuit. We have some leads, and we're confident we'll catch this group soon."

Theodore nodded. "When can we take him?"

"If you could sign here, we'll expedite the paperwork. Then he can be released for cremation."

"Okay."

As they left, Penelope looked at Theodore's unnervingly calm expression and grew even more worried. Lorraine's accidental death had already tormented him for years. Now this… Norton…

Because of Mrs. Stapleton's neglect, Theodore had practically raised Norton himself, acting as both a brother and a father. He would blame himself for not protecting Norton, for not doing enough, for not being there when Norton was being hurt…

He would never be able to forgive himself for Norton's death.

"Theodore…"

She wanted to comfort him, but what could she say?

Norton was dead, and in such a horrific way.

"I'm going to the station to get Norton's things," Theodore said, his voice raw. He didn't look at Penelope, as if trying to hide himself from the world's prying eyes.

"I'll go with you…"

Penelope wanted to accompany him, too worried to let him go alone, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through her lower abdomen.

Realizing what it might mean, Penelope's face went pale with fright.

"Go back to the hotel and rest."

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