From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 131 Coercing Fiona to Ingest Contaminated Water "Enough, Monica..." she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "There's no need for further explanation. I understand your intentions, my friend." Penelope gave a nod of affirmation. In this moment, Monica was her sole confidante, the only one she felt comfortable revealing her deepest fears to.

"We still have the bug active on Fiona, but its battery life is dwindling," Penelope confessed, her voice laced with worry, "I question whether we can extract any useful information from her before it ceases to function." "Even if it fails, I have other methods." "Such as?" Monica's eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I'll fabricate a believable excuse. Perhaps I'll suggest that the diamond needs servicing, and Fiona, none the wiser, will willingly surrender the ring." For the first tin what felt like an eternity, Penelope permitted herself a small, fleeting smile. She harbored a desperate hope that their plan would proceed without a hitch. She couldn't afford to wait any longer, couldn't endure any more delays... for she was utterly drained.

Monica lingered late into the night. After reluctantly consuming a few mouthfuls of food, Penelope reclined on her hospital bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Every so often, her hand would instinctively reach under the pillow to confirm the presence of the pairing knife. Yes, it was still there.

"Penelope " A shrill, harsh voice suddenly shattered the silence from outside, "How are you faring, dear? It must be so difficult, losing that precious child you fought so fiercely to protect. Hahaha!" It was unmistakably Fiona's voice.

"Hey, hey, what's with the shoving? Can't a lady express her thoughts freely here?" "Little Miss Timid Penelope, too cowardly to confront me, is that it?" "I'm merely here to pay a visit, there's no need for such hostility." Fiona was stationed at the elevator entrance, effectively barred from advancing by two stalwart bodyguards.

. Her onJv_qntion was to create a commotion, hoping to draw. Penelope's attention.

And sure enough, the door to the hospital room creaked open, and Penelope appeared.

Clad in a hospital gown, her hair loose and flowing down her back, her face pale, her eyes devoid of light.

A wave of malicious delight surged through Fiona this was precisely the defeated look she yearned to see on Penelope! "Let her in," Penelope instructed calmly, "There's no need to restrain her." "Mrs. Davis..." "Don't fret. With all of you present, she won't be able to cause much havoc." With a scornful snort, Fiona brushed past the bodyguards and approached Penelope: "I feigned a miscarriage, you endured a real one. So, who's the real victim here, you or me?" She continued, smirking arrogantly, "I still have a chance at reclaiming Mr. Davis's affection—it's just a matter of tand persistence. But you? You lost the child; you've lost everything, hahahaha!" As she cackled with malicious glee, Penelope's hand shot up and delivered a resounding slap across Fiona's face.

"Smack!" Before Fiona could even register the hit, Penelope landed several more slaps in rapid succession.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!" The force of the blows sent Fiona reeling, causing her to stagger backward.

"Penelope! You-you dared to strikeagain!" Fiona gritted her teeth, her hand raised, ready to retaliate! "Restrain her!" Penelope commanded, her expression icy.

"Yes, Mrs. Davis." Fiona's hand was seized in a vice-like grip by Penelope, rendered immobile.

Penelope, a woman who had just suffered a miscarriage, exhibited a strength that took Fiona by surprise! And to Fiona's astonishment, Penelope had reinforcements.

"You-how dare you!" Fiona screeched, "Are you all blind? Take a good look at who I am! Don't you dare approach me! Don't lay a finger on me!" Penelope declared resolutely, "If I say restrain her, then restrain her! If Kelvin blames anyone, I'll shoulder the responsibility." "Penelope! You deranged woman!" "If I've lost my sanity, it's because you droveto it!" Now, having lost her child, Penelope felt she had nothing more to lose and nothing to fear.

It was tto teach Fiona a lesson and to quell the resentment smoldering in her heart.

The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances, torn between their loyalties to two women -one the object of Mr. Davis's affection, the other his lawful wife.

Penelope, the mistress, spoke with an authoritative tone, "Why, does my word mean nothing to you? Can't I even persuade you to lift a finger for such a trivial request?" With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she pushed Fiona, the wife, toward the nearest bodyguard.

He caught Fiona with a firm grip, apologizing, "Mrs. Wright, my apologies." Fiona responded with a shrill shriek of rage, "Penelope, what do you think you're doing!" Ignoring her, Penelope turned to the maid, ordering, "Go, fetch a bucket of water." "Right away, Mrs. Davis," the maid responded obediently.

Everyone present on this floor was part of Kelvin's crew, but Penelope was not intimidated. In fact, she hoped the news of the current events would reach Kelvin's ears sooner rather than later.

A bucket filled to the brim with clean water was promptly brought over. Penelope eyed it critically, "Too clean." The maid looked on, her confusion evident.

With a swift movement, Penelope grabbed a broom and swirled it in the water before discarding it. She then seized Fiona by the hair.

Fiona yelped, "Penelope!" "Quit your yelling, save your voice; you'll need it soon," Penelope retorted.

"My hair! Let go!" Fiona protested.

Penelope responded with a cold chuckle, yanking Fiona's head down and plunging it into the murky water.

Fiona struggled violently, her eyes wide with fear at the sight of the dirty water, "No, I don't-glub, glub..." Penelope remained unperturbed, keeping Fiona's head submerged.

Fiona attempted to speak, swallowing a mouthful of water.

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Only then did Penelope loosen her grip slightly, pulling Fiona out of the water.

Fiona gasped for air, water dripping from her face and hair, her makeup smeared. She looked like a drowned raccoon.

Fiona coughed and retched, "You-you lowlife-glub, glub..." Before she could finish, Penelope shoved her head back into the water. After a few seconds, she was raised again.

"Penelope... How you are treating me, I will make sure..." Fiona began, but was cut off as Penelope repeated the process. Penelope dunked Fiona's head into the water repeatedly, only stopping when she begged for mercy.

After five or six times, Fiona was completely drained, collapsing on the floor.

Only a third of the water remained in the bucket.

"Are you going to talk? Do you want to keep testing me?" Penelope challenged, "Fiona, isn't your mouth quite skilled at cursing others?" Fiona clenched her teeth: "You're taking revenge!" Penelope scoffed, "Revenge? This is nothing compared to real revenge. I'm giving you a chance. Tellwho the man was that night, and I might let you off!" Fiona burst into laughter, filling the room with its echo.

Penelope scoffed, "So that was your endgame, huh? The baby's gone, and you're still hung up on that man!" "Are you going to spill it or not?" "I could never tell you!" Fiona replied defiantly. "You're never going to find out in this lifetime!" "Oh yeah? Well, you can kiss your chances of staying by Kelvin's side goodbye!" Penelope retorted.

Fiona's eyes widened in shock. "What gives you the right to say that? Mr. Davis still has feelings for me!"

Penelope sneered as she looked at her, "Do you know why Kelvin wanted to abort my baby? He said he wanted to start over with me."