From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 730 Who Do They Support as Their Dad "Let's not talk about this anymore," she asked, "Penelope, what have you been up to these days? You seem to be all over the place, and you don't look too well, a bit worn out." Penelope briefly recounted the recent events.

"It's complicated, so I didn't really want to talk about it, and I'm almost done dealing with it." Penelope smiled. "It's fine, don't worry." "Wait a minute, Penelope, the Mitchell family stuff is your personal business, how you handle it is up to you, and I support you. But did you just reject Brandon like that?" "There's no way between him and me." Sometimes, fate was a very mysterious thing. If Penelope had always been the heiress of the Mitchell family and hadn't gone missing, she and Brandon would have smoothly reached the point of marriage.

But Penelope went missing. Not only did she go missing, but she also lived with the Cooper family and grew up with Nathan.

Logically, she and Nathan would have reached the point of marriage. But then, an accident happened to the Cooper family, and Kelvin appeared in Penelope's life.

Brandon and Nathan were not her destined partners. It turned out that Kelvin, who appeared last, was her lifelong companion.

Fate was something that was predetermined. It was not up to people at all; it was all up to destiny.

Monica stroked her chin. "What did Kelvin do to win you over? Was it because he sacrificed himself to get close to Madison? Were you moved? Or after reconnecting four years later, did you realize he was the one you loved the most?" "Actually, I can't really say." "So, does that mean Kelvin won easily?" Penelope shook her head. "Not really, he did a lot and sacrificed a lot. Most importantly, he understands me." Monica sighed. "What a pity, I'm on Brandon's side. Now you're tellingclearly that you won't choose Brandon, what am I supposed to do? Should I stand on Kelvin's _side?" "You should take care of your own feelings first!" Monica pouted. "I'll be free after this month, just have to endure it, once it's over, I'll be fine." Saying this, she looked at Penelope very seriously. "I have a question, you must answer me." Her seriousness made Penelope a bit nervous. "What? Ask away." "Who do Sam and Lucy support as their dad?" Monica suddenly becserious, and Penelope thought it was something important, but it turned out to be just this.

"What kind of expression is that?" Monica said, "This question is important too, I'm not joking." "Are you sure?" "Yes," Monica nodded, "You have to care about the kids' mental health, respect, understand, and support their thoughts. You can't just make a decision without considering who they like more." During those four years Penelope stayed in the small town, the man she was in contact with was Brandon.

In Sam and Lucy's minds, Brandon was the one who took care of them, and Kelvin was a nobody.

"I guess Sam definitely supports Brandon," Monica stroked her chin. "He's so smart, he must have the staste as me!" Penelope nodded. "That's true." Monica clapped her hands. "See, I told you! But Lucy received Kelvin's bone marrow and lives with him in The King Manor every day, she's probably already won over by him. Sam lives with the Walker family, seeing Brandon silently sacrificing for you, he must support Brandon!" 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! "Penelope, what are you going to do? Sam supports Brandon, Lucy supports Kelvin, you're caught in the middle, it's a tough spot." "You're underestimating Sam, I've already talked to him," Penelope said, "He said he supports all my decisions and will unconditionally cooperate with me." Monica said, "Being too sensible isn't good either." "You really don't like Kelvin, huh? What if he hears this outside and gives you trouble..." Monica quickly covered Penelope's mouth. "Stop talking!" She was still afraid of Kelvin. After all, he was her direct superior. The more Monica thought about it, the more anxious she became. Could Kelvin really be outside the door? She got up, walked to the door, and peeked through the crack for a long tbefore finally breathing a sigh of relief. "No one. It scaredto death." Penelope laughed so hard she was bent over. "You talk bad about him, but you're afraid he'll find out." "Enough, do whatever you want," Monica spread her hands, "Anyway, as long as you're happy, my opinion doesn't matter!" When it cto love, only the person involved knew the true feelings. Brandon was great, impeccable, gentle, and considerate. But if Penelope didn't like him, then all that greatness was in vain.

Love was about fate and mutual understanding, only then could there be a next step. Monica thought Kelvin wasn't bad either. As long as he kept his temper in check and changed his personality, he'd be perfect! "Monica, I also hope you find happiness," Penelope looked at her, "I already have two kids, almost in elementary school, and you're still single. Are you planning to stay single forever?" "Fate hasn't arrived, there's nothing I can do. You think I don't want to find someone? I just can't find anyone!" "So far away, yet so close!" As soon as Penelope finished speaking, Timothy pushed the door open and walked in.

"See, the person close by is here." Penelope laughed.

Timothy raised an eyebrow. "Talking bad aboutagain?" Penelope said, "How could that be? We are praising you, Mr. Foster. These tulips are beautiful, you have good taste."

Generally, men gave women roses of all kinds: red, pink, blue. But tulips were a high end and niche choice, at very pleasing to the eye.

Monica pouted. "Although the flowers are from Timothy, he just pays the flower shop, shop, they pick the style and wrap it up, he doesn't have to worry about it at all, it has nothing to do with his taste!" "Really?" Penelope looked at Timothy. "You didn't pick the style?" Timothy smiled. "Whatever Monica thinks, that's how it is." He didn't explain. He wouldn't say that the flowers sent every day were personally chosen by him, not by the flower shop.

"What do you mean by 'whatever I think,' I'm stating facts," Monicam looked at him, "Dolyou really have the leisure to wake up every day and pick out the bouquet style to send to the flower shop for them to wrap and deliver to my office?" Penelope said, "It's quite possible." Monica asked, "Penelope! Whose side are you on?" Timothy just smiled, letting them guess.

"No wonder you and Kelvin are friends." Penelope sighed. "Doing things without saying a word, you're exactly the same."