From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 416 The Tomb of Beloved Wife Penelope Luckily, it was almost over! "Penelope, go rest," Kelvin said gently. "You've been worn out all day." "How can I sleep?" Every tshe closed her eyes, she saw Lucy leaning on Madison, giving her that timid look. Lucy's words, "bad woman," still echoed in her ears.

"I know what you're thinking. Lucy will caround," Kelvin reassured. "She's just confused right now." Penelope looked down, feeling so sad she couldn't bear to be alone. So, she went back to King Manor.

"You keep saying there's a way, so I'll trust you," Penelope said. "But if Lucy keeps thinking Madison is her mom, it's on you!" Kelvin had kept Madison around, causing this mess. He hadn't dealt with her properly. Kelvin looked at her firmly. "Penelope, I'll bring Lucy back to you, whole and complete." That was his promise. As the powerful president of the Davis Group, if he said he'd do it, he would.

Penelope met his gaze for a moment, then looked away. "You set up a tombstone foron the back hill?" "Yes." "Let's go see it." She walked toward the back hill, not afraid even though it was the middle of the night. Kelvin followed closely. Penelope walked slowly and soon saw the tombstone: [Beloved Wife Penelope's Tomb.] The words were a bit blurred, especially the photo, which had a smooth spot from being touched often.

Penelope stood in front of her own tombstone. It was kind of funny.

The evening breeze blew gently, rustling the leaves. In the distance, cicadas and frogs could be heard.

"Why did you buryhere?" she asked softly. "You know I don't like King Manor." Kelvin stood beside her. "I was selfish, wanting you here withday and night." "Just this once?" "Penelope..." Kelvin sighed.

"It's lonely and scary to rest here alone. Even in death, you couldn't respect my wish to be buried far from you." "No, Penelope," Kelvin replied. "I often cto keep you company." "Often? How often? A few times a week?" "Every day." Penelope was stunned and turned to look at him.

"Every night," Kelvin said, bending down to remove sweeds. "Every sleepless night, I sat here, talked to you, and kept you company until dawn." Penelope had never known this. She listened quietly.

"No matter how late or busy I was, even after business trips, I chere every day. This was my sanctuary.. I had so much to tell you, to share everything I saw and heard. Penelope, when you bounced, all I had left was this cold, lonely grave."" After a few seconds of silence, Penelope spoke, "But this place is getting demolished tomorrow." "Yes, because you're back." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "But..." Penelope turned to face him. "I'm back. I'm alive. But that doesn't mean I'll stay by your side and listen to you talk about your day." Kelvin's lips tightened. Pain surged from deep within him, spreading through his body.

He understood. She was going to leave. All he'd have left was this tombstone. "Don't demolish it," Penelope said. "Kelvin, just pretend I'm really dead, and I'll never appear again." That way, when he was troubled, he could still chere to remember her.

"I know you'll leave," Kelvin said calmly, though his voice trembled if you listened closely. "But Penelope, since you're alive, this place must be demolished." "Why?" "Unlucky," Kelvin replied. "I still want you to be safe, happy, and live a long life." How could someone alive still have a tombstone? He wanted her to be free and live well.

"It doesn't need to exist anymore." Kelvin withdrew his hand from the tombstone. "Everyone knows you're alive. Penelope, you don't have to be afraid. I now understand how to love someone." The old him was selfish and cold-blooded. Now he knew that letting go was also a form of love, to grant her freedom, even if it left him wounded.

Penelope didn't say anything more.

The night wind was chilly, and Kelvin took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Feeling the warmth, Penelope lowered her head, the faint smell of tobacco lingering.

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complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Kelvin, we were wrong from the ΕΠ start."

"No," he corrected her. "I never regret knowing you. If I hadn't met you, that e would have been my life's regret."

They had been entangled for a lifetime, loving and hating. Even if they didn't end up together at least they had been together. At least they had experienced love. It was better than living as strangers, with no intersection. Kelvin would rather she hate him; at least that meant she remembered him, that he had been part of her life. After a long time, Penelope only said, "Let's go." The sky was dark and silent.

The next day, Penelope cto the hospital early, carrying a thermos lunchbox with Lucy's favorite breakfast. Standing at the hospital room door, Penelope took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

Then, she pushed open the door and smiled. "Lucy, have you had breakfast?" Lucy was half-lying on the bed. When she saw her, she was stunned. "Mommy." Was Lucy calling her? Penelope was delighted and quickly walked forward. "Lucy, do you remember me?" But it was just false hope. Lucy called out again, "Mommy, Mommy, chere quickly. That person who looks a lot like you is here again!" She was scared and didn't want Penelope to get close, her eyes full of wariness. Penelope's smile froze.