Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 386

Nora was actually startled by the force of her words. “Anastasia, if you dare lay a finger on Penelope, I swear you’ll regret it!”

Anastasia let out a cold laugh, but there was no warmth in her eyes. “Relax. I’m not going to kill you—do you really think it would end so easily? You can’t just escape that way. I want you to see what becomes of me in the future, what happens to your precious mom and dad, and your perfect sister too.”

With that, Anastasia simply glanced at the mother and daughter, then turned and strode off in the same direction Benson had gone.

The scene was left with only Nora and Penelope, and a few society ladies lingering nearby—plus, of course, the small crowd of onlookers pretending not to stare.

Penelope, after all her falls, had scraped her knees raw. Nora struggled to help her up alone, so she turned to the other women for assistance.

They exchanged uneasy glances, then quickly stepped back.

“Uh, we should be going. Mrs. Sterling, maybe call someone to help you,” one of them mumbled, already backing away.

Within seconds, they’d all hurried off, making it painfully clear they wanted nothing more to do with the Sterlings.

They’d all seen that video of Penelope—utterly revolting. No one wanted to be branded by association, not when their own reputations were on the line.

Watching the same women who had once smiled and fawned over her now leave without a backward glance, Nora’s face twisted with fury.

“Mom!” Penelope gasped, clutching Nora’s arm so hard it hurt. When Nora looked down, she saw the wild, desperate look in her daughter’s eyes. “We can’t just give up. I won’t accept this! That plan I told you about before—”

Nora’s heart leapt, but her eyes quickly hardened with resolve.

That’s right. This wasn’t the end of the road. They still had one last card to play.

Mrs. Brennan’s identity—Penelope was going to get it, no matter what.

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By the time Anastasia caught up, Benson was already outside the mall, hunched over by a trash can and dry-heaving, while Juliet patted his back in worry.

Seeing how pale he looked, Anastasia’s heart twisted with concern. She walked over and held out a tissue.

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