The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 550

After all, he was just a silly, sick man. If she ever saw him again, she'd just stay away. Nothing to be afraid of.

After calming Kristin, Penelope had Hubert take her back to the car. Once the doors were shut, Penelope pulled Natalie to her feet.

“The more you fear them, the more they’ll bully you!”

Natalie was still trembling. “I… I just want to stay away from them.”

“That only works if they’re willing to let you go.”

“Let’s go back to town. Right now.”

Penelope sighed. “Alright.”

They had planned to head back that same night, but just as they reached the highway entrance, Kristin suddenly threw up. When Natalie felt her forehead, she realized the little girl was burning up.

Penelope immediately turned the car around and drove to the hospital. After a flurry of activity, they finally got Kristin on an IV, and her fever slowly began to subside.

The terror had been too much for her little body.

Watching her daughter lying on the hospital bed, her small brow furrowed even in sleep, Natalie gritted her teeth in hatred.

“Hamilton… what gives him the right to do this to us?”

Penelope came over and patted Natalie’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ll have to wait until Kristin is discharged before we can go back.”

Hubert wanted to stay at the hospital with Kristin, but Penelope didn't want him causing any trouble, so she called Timothy to come and take him home.

After seeing them off at the elevator, Penelope returned to the hospital room and saw Natalie bent over Kristin’s bed, sobbing. She knew Natalie was afraid of Hamilton—he had terrorized her into that state—but Penelope wasn't afraid of him.

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