From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 177 I Don't Intend to Forgive Kelvin Such kidnappings, like what happened to Fiona, can't happen again! At the hospital entrance, Penelope had just stepped out when a black Mercedes-Benz van pulled up. "Mrs. Davis, please get in," the bodyguard said respectfully. "We'll take you back to The King Manor." Grandpa Davis was indeed keeping a close watch on her, not allowing her a shred of freedom. Penelope nodded, her foot just touching the edge of the vehicle when she heard Monica's voice: "Penelope!" The bodyguard blocked the way.

"What the... Who are you guys?" Monica protested, pushing past them.

Penelope reached out to pull Monica into the vehicle, "Let's go, forget about them." "Really? Kelvin, had all these people watching you?" Monica asked, puzzled.

"It's not his men. It's Grandpa Davis," Penelope explained.

Monica clicked her tongue twice ad complained, "People in wealthy families are complicated." "Why did you cto the hospital?" Penelope asked, "Were you looking for me?" "Yeah, you think I cto visit Kelvin? Even though he saved you, what he did to you before... still unforgivable," Monia remarked.

Penelope remained silent.

"Penelope, you're not going soft on him, are you?" Monica questioned, "After this brush with death, are you developing feelings for Kelvin?" "The truth is... I've had feelings for him for a while now," she confessed.

Since that night, she decided keep the child and when she found out that the stranger that night was Kelvin, she realized... she truly had fallen in love with Kelvin.

Reality was a cruel mistress, and Penelope knew in her heart that a future with him was never destined to be. Pulling at the corners of her mouth in a bitter smile, Penelope mused, "But how could I love him? In what capacity? As a wife? The daughter of an enemy? Or as the mother of a child that has passed?" "Penelope," Monica grasped her hands, "the moment Kelvin hurt you was unforgivable for a lifetime." "I'm not planning to forgive him," she said, bitterly. A vibrant life had slipped away from her grasp, an eternal ache etched in her soul.

Penelope could find it in her heart to forgive Kelvin, but she couldn't extend that forgiveness on behalf of their lost child.

Monica let out a sigh, "I know you're torn. Who wouldn't be swayed by a man willing to lay down his life for you? But Kelvin isn't the right one for you; he's hurt you too deeply." Monica was a woman of strength and clarity. Her judgment wasn't clouded by sentiment; she genuinely wanted the best for Penelope.

"There are plenty of other fish in the sea, and I'm sure someone better suited for you than Kelvin will calong," Monica said with conviction.

Penelope nodded, unsure of how to face Kelvin.

Her heart was torn-soft on one side, yet ironclad on the other.

It was truly a paradox.

They say that once a person decides to hurt you, all their subsequent attempts at amends don't warrant forgiveness.

"Oh, I almost forgot the main point here," Monica suddenly piped up, "I've brought you a little something." "What is it?" Penelope asked.

Monica, with a hint of mystery, pulled a box out of her bag.

Opening it to reveal the wrapped contents, Penelope caught the glint of something inside.

A diamond! Her mother's diamond! It was familiar-she recognized it instantly.

Penelope exclaimed with joy, "Is the diamond bracelet fixed? Minnie, you always find a way!" "Hold off on the celebration," Monica said, "I sought out many craftsmen, and none could ensure a flawless repair. Given how precious the stone is, any imperfection would stand out. So... I took a different approach." As Monica unwrapped the cloth layer by layer, she revealed, "Take a look." A jade pendant lay serenely in her palm.

The surface was carved with a Buddha, its features sharp, sparkling, and naturally exquisite.

"I found the best jade artisan who took the shattered diamond bracelet and crafted it into this pendant," Monica explained. "It just arrived today, and I rushed over to give it to you." Penelope took it in her hands.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov@L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! A diamond bracelet transformed into a jade pendant...

What was broken could never truly be the sagain.

And the swent for her heart.

"Thank you," Penelope said, "to have preserved this piece of jade means a lot to me." "The pendant is beautiful. Wear it soon. May it bring you peace and smooth sailing," Monica wisged her well.

Penelope refused, "No, I want to give my Mommy." Monica nodded in agreement. "That works, too!" Penelope gave a small smile and suggested, "Let's head to the nursing home, then." Monica agreed, "Sure." But when Penelope instructed the driver to change course, he hesitated. "Mrs. Davis...

I... this..." Penelope cut him off, "It's not like I'm going to see Kelvin. Is there a problem?" The driver said, "Letask for permission." After checking with Grandpa Davis, the driver got the nod of approval.

Monica observed all this silently, choosing not to speak.

She recognized the current state of Penelope's life; despite being surrounded by luxury, she was merely a puppet devoid of any genuine joy.

What was the point of living such an unfulfilled life? At the nursing home, Mrs. Cooper had been moved to a regular ward, though she remained unconscious. Penelope was filled with worry; her mother might relapse into a comatose again or, worse... leave her forever. The hospital employed the finest medications and equipment to sustain her mother's life.

"Mom, I'm here," Penelope said, bending down to wrap a locket around Mrs. Cooper's neck. "Let this keep you safe." Mrs. Cooper lay still, her eyes closed.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Monica turned away, discreetly wiping away tears.

The Cooper family had truly faced a series of misfortunes.

Mrs. Cooper had only just recovered from a vegetative state when Fiona's infuriating words landed her back in sickness.

"Penelope, who's going to watch over you?" Monica choked out.

Penelope didn't respond, but she focused as she carefully placed the locket around her mother's neck.

The treasured heirloom was back where it belonged.

As long as the locket was there, her mother was still with her.

She wasn't in despair; she didn't need anyone to watch over her. All she wanted was for her mother to pull through this ordeal.

Night, we had fallen.

"Mr. Davis, please take a break," Ryan suggested, standing by the bedside. "The paperwork can wait until tomorrow; it's really okay..." Kelvin, his eyes downcast, said curtly, "Mind your own business." He continued to sign document after document with a meticulously steady hand.

Despite the injury to his left hand-which he had cleverly ensured didn't affect his ddminant hand his signature retained its usual elegant flourish. affect hisdditles'er'

Kelvin didn't rest, and neither did Ryan, who had to stay until nearly midnight until Kelvin put down his pen! Cearly tomorrow," he instructed. Ryan asked out of concern, "Mr. Davis, shouldn't you be resting your injury?" "This is rest," he replied.

Had it not been for the doctor's orders to keep still due to the bone injury, he would've already been at the Davis Group headquarters.

Ryan muttered under his breath, "This seems more exhausting than a regular workday..." "You won't die from it," he retorted to Ryan.

Kelvin had always been a workout enthusiast, boasting of a physique that was quick to recover. At this moment, he had already regained half of his strength.

The only issue was the deep gash on his arm that demanded stillness; otherwise, the rest of his body was in good shape.