Chapter 193\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope grabbed Sydney\u2019s arm. \u201cYou\u2019re not allowed to leave! Call Caleb right now! Tell him you cheated, that you\u2019re divorcing him!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney was utterly speechless. She was just about to respond when she saw Gordon leading a group of bodyguards rushing toward them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb was in the middle, his stride sharp and steady, moving with a controlled authority that left no room for\u00a0<\/p>\n
hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney glanced at Penelope, then lifted her chin slightly toward the approaching group. \u201cNo need for me to call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019s here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope turned and saw Caleb\u2019s entourage closing in. Fear flickered in her eyes, and she instinctively tried to\u00a0<\/p>\n
run.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gordon, faster and more precise, blocked her escape, his men fanning out to trap her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb strode up, his face easing slightly when he looked at Sydney. His voice was gentle, almost disarming. \u201cShe didn\u2019t hurt you, did she?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Sydney shook her head. \u201cYou\u2019re here for her, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She realized the phone call Caleb had received in the car earlier must have been about Penelope-the runaway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s eyes flickered, but he did not deny it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney nodded. \u201cThen you two talk. I\u2019m going home.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope panicked. Ignoring Gordon\u2019s firm restraint, she lunged toward Sydney. \u201cSydney! Sydney! Save me! He\u2019s taking me back! If I go, I\u2019ll die!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney acted as if she hadn\u2019t heard a word and stepped into the apartment building. She had no interest in entangling herself in their mess. She had never claimed to be a saint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope had colluded with Victor, nearly ruining Sydney\u2019s reputation and even landing Tiffany in detention. And that was not the only time-there had been countless incidents in the past.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney had no intention of playing the merciful savior. Her compassion had limits.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope watched her walk away in disbelief, then turned to Caleb, desperation written across her face. \u201cShe left me to die without blinking! Do you still think she\u2019s some kind, gentle person?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could not understand it. Why did everyone see Sydney as obedient and sweet when she was clearly so cold- blooded?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb grabbed her chin, his voice low and sharp. \u201cWhat are you doing here? Did you want to hurt her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t\u2026\u201d Penelope stammered, trembling under his intense gaze. \u201cI just wanted to know\u2026 What does she have that I don\u2019t? You clearly love someone else, yet you refuse to divorce her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s eyes turned icy. \u201cThat\u2019s what you\u2019re curious about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cY-Yes.\u201d Penelope nodded frantically, ignoring the sharp pain in her jaw. She was terrified that he would see through her lie.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb shoved her away like she was nothing and scoffed. \u201cYou? You think you\u2019re even worthy of being compared\u00a0<\/p>\n
to her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without waiting for her reaction, he raised a hand slightly and walked off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gordon immediately understood and ordered his men to seize Penelope and escort her into the car. They drove straight to the suburban villa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The night sky was pitch black. Most villas on the outskirts were merely investment properties. At this late hour, the streets were deserted, the neighborhood eerie.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A line of black luxury cars stopped in perfect synchronization.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penelope was dragged out of the vehicle and realized with horror that it was the same villa where she had been tormented until she was barely human.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Terror surged through her. She struggled frantically, rushing to Caleb with desperate pleas. \u201cI was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn\u2019t have impersonated her! Please, let me go, alright?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s voice was frigid, cutting through her panic. \u201cIf I let you go, who will make it right for her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
If Penelope had not impersonated Precious all these years, the latter might have been found long ago.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the mention of Sydney, Penelope\u2019s teeth clenched with bitter hatred.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she\u2019s living just fine now!\u201d she blurted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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