The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 504

“Zebulon, stop acting so high and mighty! What money are you earning? The little you make can’t even cover your father’s medical bills. And you’re talking about making it up to her? How hypocritical can you be?” Rebecca ruthlessly tore Zebulon down.

Zebulon glared at her, furious. “At least I’m not as despicable and shameless as you!”

“Oh yeah? Then if you’ve got the guts, take your parents and your daughter and get out of this villa right now! I’d love to see if you end up on the street or sleeping under a bridge!”

“I… I may not have the means now, but I will definitely be able to move them out of here one day!”

“Zebulon, you spent a few years in prison, and your head is still in the clouds!”

“Rebecca!”

“Alright, both of you stop fighting! Don’t make a scene!” Mrs. Sullivan shouted at them.

She cleared her throat and walked over to Penelope. “Penelope, in any case, our family did you a favor in the past, so it’s only right that you give us a villa to repay our kindness. Besides, you got plenty of money and property from your divorce with Theodore, right? You’re certainly not short on houses, so don’t be bitter about it. Just transfer the deed to us without a fuss.”

Penelope hadn’t said a word, just listened to them talk. It had been a long time since she had felt her entire understanding of morality so thoroughly shattered. Only they could do it, repeatedly lowering the bar for human decency.

“Penelope, enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and contact your lawyer. Get the paperwork ready and give me this villa,” Rebecca said, finally remembering the important part.

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was giving you this villa?”

Hearing this, Rebecca’s eyes widened.

“You asked me to meet you here today. Wasn’t it to give me the villa?”

Penelope found it amusing. “Did I ever say that?”

“Then… what do you mean?”

“I just wanted you to take a look at this villa.”

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