From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 629 She Owes Brandon Another Favor The table was loaded with fancy dishes, but Kelvin barely touched his food. He was too busy feeding Lucy or piling food onto Penelope's plate.

He was having a blast.

Penelope's plate looked like a mini mountain of food, and she couldn't keep up.

Kelvin grabbed another plate and kept serving. "This fish is super fresh and has no bones." "The shrimp is really tender." "You should eat sveggies too, gotta keep it balanced." Penelope finally said, "That's enough. I can't eat all this." "You don't have to finish it, just try a bit of everything." After loading up Penelope's plate, he turned back to feeding Lucy.

Lucy pouted. "Daddy, why does Mommy get all the meat, and I only get veggies?" "You have meat too." "But there's more veggies." Lucy pointed at her plate. "Mommy has more meat." "You're picky. You need more veggies," Kelvin said. "Otherwise, you won't grow tall." Despite her sadness, Lucy ate as Kelvin, though clumsy, fed her. It was his first tcaring for her this way, and she wanted to cherish the moment.

But Kelvin kept feeding her.

"Daddy," Lucy called out again.

"What's up? Don't want the veggies?" Lucy said, "I'm full." Penelope glanced up from her meal when she heard Lucy and noticed Kelvin holding an empty plate.

No wonder Lucy said she was full; she was stuffed! "You gave her so much," Penelope said, surprised. "Lucy can only eat half of that, even when she's really hungry." Kelvin was confused. "Really? She kept eating, so I kept feeding." Lucy said, "I can't say no to you." Penelope was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Kelvin put down the utensils, his eyes soft with a smile. "Lucy, you don't need to be shy with Daddy." "Because it's the first tyou fed me," Lucy replied. "Mommy rarely feeds me; she always says I'm grown up and should eat by myself." He patted Lucy's head. "Silly girl." After the IV drip, Kelvin carried Lucy, with Penelope following behind, and they left the hospital together.

At the hospital entrance, a nanny car idled. As it eased away, a paparazzo in the corner grinned, reviewing his freshly snapped photos.

The paparazzo was thrilled, talking to himself, "I got such a big scoop! This month's performance is gonna be off the charts!" "Photos of Mr. Davis with his wife and daughter, all three in one frame, are so rare! If I sell these, I can make a killing!" In LA, there hadn't been any photos of Lucy circulating so far.

The Davis family had protected this precious little princess very well.

Everyone only knew that four years ago, Penelope, who was thought to have died by jumping into the sea, cback with Kelvin's child.

But no one knew what the child looked like; only the closest family and friends had seen her.

Curiosity was rife, but no one dared to ask.

That was the Davis family's little princess! The only grandchild of the Davis family! They kept her out of the public eye to protect her from the chaos of fame.

The paparazzo, dreaming of a big payday, walked off with his camera.

At the King Manor, the butler stood respectfully by the car.

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Penelope wasn't wearing her usual ugly makeup today? And Lucy wasn't crying? This was a surprise! "Why are you staring at Mommy?" Lucy asked. "There's nothing on Mommy's face!" She checked again, just to be sure.

"Nothing," the butler said, quickly looking down.

Penelope smiled at him.

Being with Lucy as a mom again felt incredibly precious..

She wished the night would last longer.

But bedtcanyway.

"Good night, Mommy." Lucy lay in bed, all tucked in. "You should rest early too." "Okay. Good night, my Lucy." Penelope closed the storybook, gave Lucy one last look, then got up to turn off the light and walked out. She didn't know if Lucy would remember her or forget her by morning.

Kelvin stood by the window in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, the streetlight casting a shadow on him.

"Is Lucy asleep?" "Yes, let's see how she is tomorrow," Penelope said, looking down. "I don't know what it'll take for Isabella to give us the other half of the antidote." "There is a way," Kelvin said.

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"You always say there's a way, and I always believe you. Because you're Lucy's father, you'll do what's best for her, Penelope said. "But it's been so long, we've tried everything, and only got half the antidote." "There is a way to get the other half." Penelope turned to look at him. "What?" "It's what Brandon suggested today," Kelvin replied. "I need to discuss it with you." He told her Brandon's plan without holding back.

Penelope was shocked. "That's too dangerous! How can he really take the poison? Even with the antidote, it's not something to mess around with!" "I told Brandon the same, but he was very determined." And this was indeed the only, most effective method at the moment.

Trying it would give them a chance! Penelope bit her lip hard.

Of course, she wanted Lucy to wake up as soon as possible, but she couldn't let Brandon take the poison! She already owed Brandon too much; if she owed him again, how could she ever repay it? Kelvin knew her inner struggle.

On one side was her beloved Brandon, and on the other was her dear Lucy.

It was a tough choice.

"Penelope, I can guarantee that as long as the antidote is taken in time, Brandon will

be fine," Kelvin said. "But if he takes it, he will definitely experience the pain definitely exper of the poison until he takes the antidote." He pursed his lips. "Think it over."

"How can I let Brandon risk his life and health to get the other half of the aptidote from Isabella for Lucy?" Penelope murmured. "It's Isabella's fault, not his."