From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 202 The Killer Is You or Lily "Sure," Penelope nodded. "Have you said your piece? If so, it's my turn." "Go ahead," Anthony replied.

She locked eyes with him, and asked, "Was my father really responsible for Mr. Davis's death, or... is there someone else?" Anthony's facade wavered, but he tried to mask his shock. "Of course, it was your father! The police closed the case, and Kelvin looked into it, too. Your father is the killer!" he insisted.

"Are you sure?" Penelope questioned.

"Positive!" Anthony said, adamantly.

Penelope con strong, saying, "Why do I get the feeling that you're the one behind this, or... Lily!" "That's ridiculous!" Anthony shot up from his seat, his voice laced with urgency. "Penelope, you can't just throw around accusations like that!" "Because I trust my father's character and his medical expertise. And I've investigated as well, Mr. Davis hadn't made any enemies in his lifetime; he was kind to everyone. Only you and Lily, with your eyes on the wealth and power of the Davis estate, could commit such heinous, utterly insane acts!" Penelope accused.

"You, you..." Anthony stammered, at a loss for words. In the end, all he could muster to say with his frustration boiling over, was, "You're slinging mud without proof!" The tension in the room thickened, becoming almost palpable.

Then Penelope chuckled suddenly, the strain in her voice easing significantly, and said, "Sure, I have no proof; it's all speculation. Anthony, we were about to strike a deal here. You've got to letin on what you know, right?" Anthony visibly relaxed as well, though still cautious. "You can't just make wild guesses about things like this, Penelope," he said, visibly upset.

"Just givea hint on how Mr. Davis truly died," Penelope insisted.

Anthony hesitated, torn, and, in the end, didn't say a word.

The issue was of utmost importance. Lily had reminded him tand again, not a word until it was all settled! "Fine, it looks like you just don't trustenough," Penelope sighed, disappointment in her voice. There's nothing left to discuss; I'm going." Without looking back, she headed for the door.

"Wait!" Anthony called out.

"What is it, Anthony?" Penelope asked.

"I'm sincere about this partnership. I told you I could let your father go. You want five billion dollars, and I can give that to you when the tcomes!" Anthony offered, again.

Penelope's smile grew, and she taunted, "Given how obsessed Kelvin is withright now, I could ask for fifty billion, and he'd hand it over without batting an eyelash. Why should I stoop to your level?" "So, what is it that you want?" Anthony asked.

Penelope articulated every word with crystal clarity, "I want the truth!" Anthony's lips quivered slightly, and said, "I... I can't tell you that." "Then I'll wait until the day you can," Penelope replied.

After leaving the club, Penelope felt increasingly sure of her conclusion.

She was certain now, that Mr. Davis's death was related to Lily and Anthony! Knowing her target, she could make her move.

"Nathan, there's one final thing I need you to helpwith," Penelope said gravely on the way back to King Manor, "It's vital; success hinges on this alone." "Tell me," Nathan replied.

"We'll never get the truth from Anthony. There's only one way to get them to confess," Penelope remarked. Nathan glanced at her, and asked, "You have a plan?" "Yes!" Penelope exclaimed, "We have to corner them and drive them to a wall to hear the truth!" "You're planning to... kidnap Anthony?" Nathan asked, puzzled.

"No, if he's kidnapped, he could claim he was coerced into a false confession," Penelope's eyes sparkled, and announced, "I've got a better way!" She lowered her voice and explained her plan in detail.

After hearing her out, Nathan nodded in admiration and praised, "Penelope, you're the smart one!" "You'll have to carry out the plan; you're the only one who can trick Anthony into it," Penelope requested.

"Sure, leave it to me. I'm also looking forward to the day Mr. Cooper clears his nand walks out of prison!" Nathan said.

The car stopped at King Manor just as dawn began to break.

Penelope climbed back to the second floor, shut the window, and dusted off her hands with precision. Scavenging for food, she had honed her climbing skills during those two years in the mental institution. Without this, she never could've escaped The King Manor. Those skills would prove useful in the future, too! As she turned around, she was startled by the figure standing at the door! She broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mrs. Davis, it's me," the butler's voice was calm as he called out to her.

"You, you..." Penelope stammered.

The butler stepped in quickly, shut the door, and chided, "Mrs. Davis, do you realize how risky this is? Mr. Davis could easily discover it!" Penelope replied, "I had no choice. I had to take the chance and hope he wouldn't notice." "I've erased your movement from the hallway surveillance. It won't show you. I guessed you might climb back in, so I distracted the security patrol. There shouldn't be a problem," the butler replied.

"Thank you, butler," Penelope said, appreciatively.

"Mrs. Davis, can you tellwhere you went?" he asked.

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Happy reading! Penelope didn't keep him in the dark, and revealed, "I went to see Anthony." Ever since she cto The King Manor, the butler had been exceedingly kind to her. In her heart, she cto regard him as family.

"What did you see him for?" he added.

"I've confirmed that he's the one who killed Mr. Davis," Penelope said bluntly, "I want to extract the truth from him and clear my father's name!" The butler looked at her, shocked, and stuttered, "Mrs. Davis, this, this..." "I'm certain it was him; I'm not wrong! Butler, please be honest with me, did you already suspect that it was Anthony?" Penelope asked.

After a moment of silence, the butler nodded, and confirmed, "I suspected him, but I couldn't be sure." "So, you've always known my father was wrongfully accused?" she added.

"Yes, but there's nothing I can do. I'm just a servant of the Davis family way. No one would without much sway.

believe me. The best I could offer E you, Mrs. Davis, during your there was to take extra care of you, to try to ease your burdens and spare you from hardship," the butler confessed. That explained it...

Penelope finally understood why the butler had always been so kind to her, even going so far as to defy Kelvin's commands.

"You've always pitied me, haven't you, Butler?" Penelope asked.

"No, no, no, Mrs. Davis. You truly are a wonderful person," the butler assured.

"I'm not blaming you, Butler. But if you have any clues or evidence, you could tellnow!" Penelope demanded.

"Okay," the butler agreed, nodded, and began to recall the events. "The day Mr. Davis Sr. had the car accident, the Davis family was in disarray. By n the tI got to the hospital, all I could do was glance from a distance; I wasn't qualified to be by his bedside. "There was blood all over the floor, on the sheets. Mr. Davis Sr. was lying there still like a stone. Dr. Cooper was kneeling by the bed, trying to stop the bleeding, fighting to save him.

"The situation was gradually getting better; the heart monitor was returning to normal readings... and then..."