From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 352 What You Want Is Not Molly, But Penelope "Hey, today's the third twe've met," Sam said. "I didn't think he'd putunder house arrest just to get you to show up. I'm done with him; no fourth meeting!" Penelope looked serious. "Sam, listen. If you see Kelvin, go the other way, got it?" "Okay!" "Don't meet him!" Seeing her stern face, Sam got how serious this was.

"Is there skind of grudge between you and Uncle Kelvin?" he asked cautiously.

Penelope was being questioned.. Grudge? Yeah, there was hate, but also love. They had loved each other.

Plus, Kelvin and Penelope were still married because he refused to divorce. No divorce, only widowhood. She was still his wife! "Sorry, I won't ask anymore," Sam quickly said. "Mom, I'll listen and never meet Uncle Kelvin again! Today, he wanted your phone number, but I didn't give him a single digit!" Penelope sighed and hugged Sam. "It's not your fault, Sam. It's my fault. Our generation's grudges shouldn't involve you. You did nothing wrong; it was my attitude. I'm sorry." Sam and Kelvin were father and son, after all. Even if they didn't know it, the bond was there. Kelvin was usually aloof and unapproachable, but he helped Sam out of a jam. If it were any other kid, Kelvin wouldn't have cared.

"Mom," Sam panicked. "You can scoldor even hit me, just don't be sad. It makesfeel bad." He feared nothing more than Penelope being sad.

Penelope smiled. "Silly Sam, you're a genius pianist who just won a national competition. Having a son like you is a blessing; how could I hit you?" "You're really not mad?" "I was never mad." Sam checked her face a few times and then relaxed.

"Mom, I won the championship, so there's prize money. We have money now," Sam said. "How much more do we need for Lucy's medical bills? Is it enough?" He was still a kid and didn't get money well. He thought $10,000 was a lot.

"It's enough," Penelope quickly replied. "Sam, you're amazing, earning money and reducing my burden!" Sam grinned widely.

"Let's take Lucy out for a big meal. What do you want to eat?" "Steak!" "Okay, no problem!" Though they seemingly evaded a bullet, a persistent unease lingered within Penelope. The growing weight of the situation becincreasingly difficult to dismiss. This city wasn't safe anymore. Kelvin would definitely cagain, and he was close to finding her. Very close! At the Davis Group, everyone was walking on eggshells. Kelvin was in a terrible mood, and when he was upset, everyone else felt it too.

Executives who got called in cout looking like they'd been through the wringer, especially the jewelry department, which had to face Kelvin in a meeting.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! The jewelry team looked like they were heading into battle, ready to face the worst. "What is this? Are these supposed to be designs?" Kelvin slammed a stack of drafts on the table. "If these get out, people will call it plagiarism!" "Who told you to mimic Silk Haven's style? Who told you to copy Penelope's designs?" No one in the room dared to speak. They just took the scolding in silence. The prevailing assumption that Kelvin favored a particular style stemmed directly from his employment of designers like Molly. Ironically, this very decision had now cback to haunt him.

"Tina!" Kelvin called out. "As the chief designer, explain this to me!" Everyone looked at Tina with pity. She stood up, shaking. "Mr. Davis, I'll have the designers redo the drafts. They'll create their own styles, incorporate popular elements, and not blindly follow trends or imitate Penelope." "That's your explanation?" "Yes." "Did I ever say you should imitate her?" Tina shook her head.

"Then why did you do it?" Tina had no answer.

Monica stood up. "It was my idea. If you want to scold someone, scold me."

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Kelvin leaned back. "You?"

"Yes," Monica said. "You went to a small city twice, even used a m helicopter, just for Molly. So I thought you liked her style. I had everyone submit drafts imitating Penelope." "I didn't expect this to make you so angry." Kelvin stared at her, his expression complicated. After a moment, he asked, "Why did you do this?" "To show you that anyone can draw designs, any style can be imitated. You don't need Molly specifically. Our 'Adoring Cupid' designers are the best in the country!" "While you've all adopted the aesthetic, Molly is the sole one who truly embodies her essence." Monica met his gaze. "Mr. Davis, don't you get it?" Kelvin's lips tightened. "I don't understand?" "You don't want a designer or Molly. You want Penelope." Penelope's nhad bectaboo within the walls of Davis Group since her passing, yet Monica dared to utter it aloud, shattering the unspoken rule in the presence of all.

"Why bother?" Monica asked. "Even if Molly joins and produces the designs you want she's indt Penelope. There's only one Penelope, and no one can replace her in your heart." "Mr. Davis, stop deceiving yourself." A heavy silence blanketed the room as everyone averted their gazes, afraid to break the stillness. Kelvin, too, remained silent.